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16 Mar 2009, 9:41 pm / Bored
With a light distant stare
all her opinionated comments just dissapear
Left alone, in a crowded fear.
speechless, filled with the lost utterly coldess
Nothing is more important to her than voice
the right to speak, the right of word
with out that she becomes lost in a world
of silent kills, loss of security, dependant sanity.
Every sentence ignored, ideas discouraged
depression set apon her wrapping her in a thick blanket
of a new hell that awaited her with open arms.
With no more intentions to live on
ignored her whole life, the thoughts brough apon her
"what to do, what to do" She paced back nd forth in her darkened room
thinking, bleeding, wasting her time, atleast so she knew.
being strong as she was beautiful, she wanted her voice heard,
As she hung out with friends, that early morning as she did everyday.
She let no fear of being shut out, take over her. Interupted like she has been
for every idea, she let all of her emotions out, She screamed out her ideas, she screamed at her so called friends
telling them to shut up and let her speak. tears running down her face, emotionaly disturbed.
after she was done, she gathered her things, leaving the stunned friends behind. Satisfyed, the smile she brought brang everyone to life.
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