Submitted by ezmey, 7/30/2010 9:17:50 AM [profile]
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I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
a sad girl staring back at me, she cant even look herself in the eyes, tears well up, but she won't let me cry, I couldn't take the world anymore, that's what I thought when I locked the bathroom door, The girl in the mirror, isn't me, at least not what I used to be, this strange girl wore all black, even the vibrant colors of my face, she now lacked, so many cuts and white scars, when the pain of life went to far, the smile I used to always wear, gone unnoticed, and disappeared All there is on her face, is anger and fear, I didn't want to do this, but she's making me do it,
on the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit, there's a razor blade in my hand, where'd THAT come from, I shouldn't do this, my body's already numb, turning the fauset, and the tub fills, the water is so cold, sending chills, I knew what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it, my body wouldn't respond, but inside, I was having a fit, sinking into the water clothes and all, I felt like a drenched puppet doll, The razor at my fingertips, I close my eyes and bite my lip, This girl knew she was going to die, I can feel her start to cry, placing the menacing blade to her wrist, I thought of all the things I'm going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm, I scream inside, the anger within her, will no longer hide, the deed is done, my arms are sliced, this girl doesn't care at what price, I stare down into the water, I can see red, the room is spinning, shouldn't I be dead?someones' banging loud on the bathroom door, I'm getting colder, down the core, the person beyond the lock is calling her name, and began to scream when no answer came, this body is getting numb, my heart beat echoes like a drum, my head leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, while my mind is ringing, the locked door is busted down, I feel like I'm about to drown, there is a boy standing staring
sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes falling to his knees, he begins to cry, it's to late for the girl lying there, dead, no memory to share,
I'm no longer here, see? Life isn't always fair
- Unknown
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Submitted by ezmey, 7/30/2010 8:26:35 AM [profile]
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Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap. He loves me and
cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be
your little girl.
I don’t quite understand what has happened. I was so excited
when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet
comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty
far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my
surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between
you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with
you.Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard
Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better
soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I
couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day,
the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came
into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I
began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe
you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I
was screaming and screaming,”Mommy, Mommy, help me
please; Mommy, help me.”
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I
thought I couldn’t anymore.Then the monster started ripping
my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It
didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror
as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I
was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you
say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans
to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were
shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain
of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything
to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful
death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had
done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I
didn’t know the words you could understand. And soon, I no
longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself
rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful
place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He
loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked
Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered,
“Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels.” I
don’t know what abortion is; I guess that’s the name of the
monster.
I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I
wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted
to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too
powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of
me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I
tried to stay with you. I didn’t want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through
the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
- Unknown
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Submitted by smr95, 7/29/2010 10:23:22 PM [profile]
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If I died tonight,
Would my brothers start to cry?
Would my friends think of our fights
And wish that they could change back time?
Would my parents forgive me for the things I’ve done wrong?
Would my cousins remember us always having fun?
Would the people from kanakuk even find out?
Would my little cousins forget I was ever around?
Would people forgive me for mistakes I have made?
Would people come to my funeral , or stay far away?
As time went on would everyone forget?
Would they get rid of my stuff or save it for keeps?
Would I just become a picture on the wall?
Or would I be forgotten, as time goes on?
I’m not scared of dying. I’m scared of being forgotten.
- me
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Submitted by smr95, 7/29/2010 10:20:25 PM [profile]
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The guys are mad
The girls are sad
There’s nothing we can do.
We laugh but then we start to cry.
Cus man, its just not fair.
He was here and now he’s gone
One mistake, but no goodbyes.
No chance, no way,
Dear God, why’d it end this way?
Its so unreal.
Its just not fair.
Jamey we love you and we always will.
A stupid coal pit over a hill,
And it feels like the end.
Never again will we see your grin…
So many words that were left unsaid,
This isn’t a fairy tale,
there’s no happy ending,
at least not as far as I can tell.
We miss you Jamey.
Oh, why’d it have to end like this?
The guys are mad
The girls are sad
There’s nothing we can do.
We laugh but then we start to cry.
Cus man, its just not fair.
He was here and now he’s gone
One mistake, but no goodbyes.
No chance, no way,
God, why’d it have to end this way?
Its so unreal.
Its just not fair.
Jamey we love you and we always will.
You won’t be forgotten
you couldn’t be if we tried
you had such a big impact on all of our lives
you’ll be with us forever
and we’ll see you again when the time’s right
in our hearts you’ll be with us
with memories always in our minds
man if we could do it all over again,
know that we’d try,
God, why can’t we take back time?
We love you Jamey.
But why, oh why, did it end this way for such a great guy?
That smile, that face, that laugh-
All gone on November fourteenth.
That walk, that phrase,
no more teasing him in the football speech…
we all love you Jamey, please,
Rest in Peace.
- me: in loving memory of Jamey Lee Mccubbins
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Submitted by Ich_Rocke, 7/22/2010 3:21:20 PM [profile]
Submitted by ezmey, 7/22/2010 8:48:15 AM [profile]
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being a winner is not about winning what ever race faces us at the monent. Being a winner is about pushing ourself every day and by waking up each morning feeling blessed by the day that lies ahead of us. Through this we are winning the most important race ever. The race we all entered at birth the race of life
- Unknown
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