Treasure Island

Tosya Glatt

(09/08/89 / Janseville)

Writing


The writing on the wall
Was so dark
It had a knife
With blood dripping down it
And it said Suicide
The writing on the wall
The girl truly wanted to die that night
She overdosed
And slit her wrist
She was obsessed with dieing that night
She now is in the world
She’s still suicidal but
Her life will go on and so will she
And that girl was me

Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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  • Leilani Perry (9/8/2007 6:44:00 PM)

    nice poem.. i learned from experience that writing your emotions down especially into a poem is a great way of becoming a stronger person or even developing positive talent as in writing.. and stay strong, alot has happened to me but i still try to find the positive things in life (Report) Reply

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