She's taken it the last time
Letting all their words get right to her
She's in the kitchen grabbing a knife
While all of her emotions start to stir
She walks into the bathroom
Locking out herself from all the world
She's ready to get this life through
The life of a lost, sad, lonely girl
She looks into the mirror
Fully despises the person she see's
It's only trying to mock her
A flood full of tears down her cheeks
She so badly wants them to know
Exactually what she's going to do
Instead she'll left her life show
When they find her dead body in the room
She's too afraid to cut herself
Too afriad to feel the wounds
So she trys to find somethings else
To help her do, what she has to do
She fills the tub with water
With that removes all of her clothes
She plugs in the blow driar
As she steps in the tub, about to go
She stands and crys her last tear
Finger on switch, turns it on
Facing her greating fear
Knowing she's too late to run
She's drops it into the water
With that she feels an outragious shock
Its turns off all her power
And the camotion stops
She's hears them cry her name
Listening to her family in the dark
She's crying still, not the same
Life inside her then resparks
She gets out and throws her clothes on
And races straight out of the room
She smiles hugging each and every one of them
The family she loves, and is afraid to lose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem is so deep, but I can relate to every word. Please, suicide is not the solution. All those stirred up emotions is part of being a teen. Believe me Im went through that stage and am still triying to survive it. You have done the right thing, expressing yourself in poetry.Please dont stop writing poems.