There's no happy endings

There's no happy endings

A Poem by Janice Fronek(red.panda)
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This poem I had to write for my english class and it had to be about the events that happened in my life and who I am.

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I am laying, not knowing who's there

opening my eyes

the pain starts to close in, I try to not shed a tear

looking up, I see my love ones beside me

In their eyes I see fear

reaching over I see blood aside me

everything turns black and I forget what's there

 

As I get ready for the day

I get a phone call

those words I hear seems to not go away

I burst into tears and fall

for the night of her death I pray

 

As I talk to the one I love

his sweat words changes my mood

he tells me to pray for my lost above

it claims me into a good mood

than he said goodnight my sweet love

 

I am sitting on a bed

playing my guitar

singing the words of red

and watching myself scar

for there the emotions are dead

 

I am crying

wondering if I could have a father near

couldn't help that he was dying

losing the only thing close to a dad, I fear

seeing him in a hospital bad laying

scares me to shed a tear

 

I am speechless

finding out my love is gone scars my heart

everything I do, seems hopeless

can't help, everything is falling apart

so I draw blood, and become emotionless

 

 

I am watching the most beautiful

a child that I am holding

the day of her birth was wonderful

her smile changes me to not be cold

for there I am graceful

 

I am sitting down

finding out Jeff and Jacob are gone

I hear people crying around me

I still couldn't believe what was done

 

I am sitting on a bed

playing my guitar

singing the words of red

and watching myself scar

for there all emotions are dead

 

I am running away

going to my sister's place

soon my mom finds me and I tell her I'm going to stay

she leaves and I become face to face

with the cops and they take me away

 

I am home, I see my mom with disappointment in her eyes

So the thought of foster care comes to mind

I sit there and listen to what they feel about this inside

 

I am sitting on a bed

playing my guitar

singing the words of red

and watching myself scar

for there all emotions are dead

 

© 2012 Janice Fronek(red.panda)


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Added on September 7, 2012
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Janice Fronek(red.panda)
Janice Fronek(red.panda)

antigo, WI



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Hello there my name is Janice Fronek. I had been writing for five years now and I had been very successful in writing. I am very over protective of my writing and the format that I write in. My favo.. more..

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