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That Night
Her friends say shes too small to fight
So she bloaks depression and makes it blaze
Her friends say she hasnt got
The strength to do that
Then how come
One night she took her life?
How come she closed the door
On life's little troubled world
She turned up her music
Real, real loud
And cried so hard, she held
Her stomach in
And how come
She struggled with her hands
With a wrath of possesion
They managed to take over
Her friends stand safe in their thoughts
So she fell against the wall
With the blaze of red which stunned the ground
Her friends say she hasn't got the strength to do that
Then how come
one night she took her life?
How come the last image she saw
Was her scared expression on the mirrored door
And her screams did not come
How come she felt this way
How come?
How come?
How come she took her life that night?
And her friends dont believe that
was her.
Messed up.
Fucked up.
Beyond help.
She never left a note and thought she planned to
She never got around to it
In the end.
And her friends don't believe that was her.
But they have to face what she strove to achieve.
How come she took her life
that night?
I can relate to this poetry you have written i have lost 4 loved ones in such little time between each other one of them sadly took her life thankyou for sharing I found your poem through the random window...shell trees..ps..feel free to browse through any of mine..