whats this? why? how? who?

Whats this?

Another scar?

Why?

you cry and you bleed.

Why?



Whats this?

Another tear?

why?

You hate to cry.



Whats this?

your gone?

Where have you gone?



Whats this?

more pain?

please no more



Whats that?

You love me?

Why?

You never did.



How can you?

We fight alot



Why?

Why don't we talk anymore?



We used to tell each other secrets of life love and the most painfulest thing ever ....death



we were scared to lose each other



we still are.

We promised to be best friends forever



Its slowly slipping away.

Its slipping away by the moment of time.

Its slipping away by the pain of life

Its slipping away by the hatered in our eyes



the hatred is not for each other

the hatred is not for agents each other



the hatred is not for each other

the hatred is not for agents each other



The hatered is for other people.

People who hate us.

People that hates the world.



I know i bring this subject up alot.

Iam canadian in heart and soul but deep down inside i am amarican



Take 9-11 for an instints no one knew it was coming.

the plane crashed into that building so very hard. if only the whole world could see the pane and angreyness in there eyes.

who in the world would do such a thing?



i know i wouldnt.

but i guess the real question is would you?

Some poeple who well read this well say no

some people who read this well say yes



for those who say yes

why?



Whats this about?



Do you understand the meaning of hatred.

we all have hate

cant you just hide it in your eyes?

maybe hide it in your mind.

or maybe write it down like i am right this very minute

or how about you just leave this world and never ever show your face again.



one more time please i hate when i see people cry

9-11 was way to many people crying.

do you like to see all these people cry?

is that why you do this?



and bush how can you be so sure that its bil ladin?

sure he said that he did it.

he could be looking for some atention

inmetour brats like intention

he is just a very old one



why dont you just stop this war.

you just bring it on

two wrongs dont make a right



i guess you cant see that cant you?

you see a plane fly into 2 buildings and you show no emotion.

why?



Whats this?

another plane?

But in a diferent country?

can it be true?

Why does this hapen to us?



Where is the next target?

People are saying here at home



But were is home?

Home is where the heart is.



Now those people who just read my feelings and pane are thinking this girl is wrong.



you well say out loud to yourself that only a perfesional person/doctor well be able to save her.



Please i know i need help but i am just writing what i feel.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

read it and you well know what i am saying

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Christine Pappalardo's picture

wow! This poem made me think a lot. It actually made me wonder why people do the things they do, and what their motivation is. This poem was very touching nonetheless, and beautifuly written!!