Charas-Project
Off-Topic => Creative arts => Topic started by: Revolution911 on July 24, 2004, 04:11:23 AM
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eh...i was messin round wit a pencil one day....i wrote a poem...
No One Cares
He sits in his room,
He crys all night,
His lonely soul,
Never seeing light,
Why talk to friends?
They wouldent care...
About his scars...
About his despair...
Why talk to family?
They think its a phase...
Why talk to parents?
They have other kids to raise...
A silenced scream...
A cry for help...
A suicidal mind,
A knife on the shelf...
He picks up the knife,
The bloods been spilled...
Hes commited a murder,
Himself hes killed....
Wasnt it obvious?
How he ended up there?
Now everyone cries,
But before no one cared...
:|
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wow deep, this might be the ticket for making me fall asleep.....lol sorry... i had to. its cool though. kinda feel sorry for the kid.
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..That's pretty moving. Wrapped up well in the end, though pretty negative, but the flow was nice. I enjoyed reading it..despite it's not so joyful contents and what not..
I think you get what I mean though...o_o
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u know, i once felt like that. Its like reliving old memories... its good m8.