In just a few moments, She would take her own life
If only someone got to her, before this horrific night
For now she hangs lifeless, from the ceiling of her room
Her mother finds her hanging there, later that afternoon
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She lives her life, and no one can see
The pain dwelling inside her, Shes dying to be free
The girls on magazines, beautiful and thin
She so desperately longs, to look just like them
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That hospital room, has been all that shes known
The past eight months, she hasnt been home
A heartbroken mother, and a speechless father
Drive sixty miles, just to see their daughter
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Hurt myself again today, and no one sees the pain
It burrows on the inside, and rarely shows its face
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Planted firmly, and sprouting seemingly too fast,
The result was strong and beautiful.
Roots growing through the soil and getting stronger each day
The tree grew taller than all.
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I was born an only child and spent a lot of time alone. I picked up poetry as a way of getting out my emotions in a more positive way. I a recovered Self injurer, I have been clean for almost a year. I was bullied in school and had a hard time making (and keeping) friends. My poems are written from life experiences I've gone through or someone I know has gone through. I enjoy Music (Nirvana, Red Hot Chilli Peppers,3 Days Grace, Eve 6, to name a few) , Crochet, Painting, Photography and Poetry..)
Losing Elanor (The End Of Elanor)
In just a few moments, She would take her own life
If only someone got to her, before this horrific night
For now she hangs lifeless, from the ceiling of her room
Her mother finds her hanging there, later that afternoon
Suspended by a rope, from the ceiling of her room, She hangs breathless, cold, and pale
Because, Before, She was tortured
A lively soul turned so frail
Her mother runs toward her, with just a bit of hope
Maybe it isn't too late, to release her from the rope
But Elanor hangs there, from a rope of cord
A chair kicked down beside her feet, blood stains on the floor
Pills, blood, and a blade lie below her feet
Failed attempts before this, Are proved by this receipt
Her life came to an end, on that very day
Because of what the others, always had to say
Ugly, fat, dumb and much worse
Were the names they labeled her
No one seems to care what is said
It's all fun and games, Until someone winds up dead
She Believed that no one understood her pain
But the girl three doors down, heard the news and did the same