Linda ErikssonBique

Rookie (06091994 / Finland)

Death... - Poem by Linda ErikssonBique

Im standing in the bus, whilst it stops.

It stops, like the smile on my face.
My school is scary, and broken, like my soul and mind.

Taking one slow step after another.


My school, its red, straight from hell.

No one even notices me,

is this whats meant to be? My
home's already gone, like my dreams from a new day
dawn.

But i know it wont come...As i realize that, last of my hopes have gone,
and all thats left to be, are the wishes, i try to keep near me..

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  • (6/12/2008 5:57:00 PM)


    Very sad. Makes a good point. Well done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, July 1, 2011


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