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S-U-I-C-I-D-A-L

S-U-I-C-I-D-A-L

A Poem by .:Lu:.

I learned to spell, before first grade
And now, I think it hurts too much.
Because now, I can tell others how I am
And not just my fun, bubbly self.

C-U-T-T-E-R
A person who slashes
Maybe for no good reason
But I have a dark way

D-E-P-R-E-S-S-E-D
A long state of sadness
Mine is caused by abuse
Both physical, and emotional

E-M-O-T-I-O-N-A-L-L-Y U-N-S-T-A-B-L-E
Someone who is easily tipped over
To the point of violence
Or even breakdown

S-U-I-C-I-D-A-L
I try to take my own life
Because I sometimes think
That it's the only way

H-U-R-T
Scarred beyond reason
And sometimes even
Scarred forever and blinded


H-O-P-E-F-U-L
For something to come up
That eventually saves me
And takes away the rest.

© 2011 .:Lu:.


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Very depressing but the end is nice. I like it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is really interesting & uniquely formatted. I like the way it builds in a way, and I believe there are numerous peolpe who can relate to this topic. I love the descriptions, simple, yet intriguing, fantastic :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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