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Trouble

By volleyball_bitch_3857
07.11.2005
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	She crawls into bed, and stares at the ceiling. She wants to get rid oif this terrible feeling. She looks in the mirror, and hates what she sees. She breaks the mirror to pieces, and falls down to her knees.She grabs the razor blade, lying on the desk. She looks back on her life, it hasn't been the best. She wanted to make a fountain, a fountain the would flow. Then maybe that way, she wouldn't feel so low. She thinks for a moment, and knows what she has to do. But first she makes a picture, so people can see what she drew. She drew a little picture... A picture with a twist... She drew it with a razor blade... She drew it on her wrist... As she drew the picture... A fountain did appear... As this fountain flowed... Her troubles disappeared. *Written by volleyball_bXtch_3857* Submitted by volleyball_bXtch_3857

Amy

1120 days ago Reply

I like your poems

Katie

1119 days ago Reply

that poem is really good don't stop writing, u have so much talent.

Brooke

757 days ago Reply

This poem, sounds like me, 5 months ago! I was thinking and feeling the same way, even tho I was only 14 yrs old... I slit my wrists a couple of times, and even drew with my own blood, it was so bad, and quite disgusting. I love your work, please don't stop writing these poems, they mean so much, yet people just think there another thing written by a so called "emo" trying to attract attention. Thank you for your insperation to become a poem writer, it's touched me in many ways...
Yours truly, Brooke!

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