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depression of a young girl
July 31, 2009
As I lay on down to sleep
I dream,awaken,and begin to weep
I draw the razor across my arm
Knowing it would do some harm
1,2,3 scars and many more
I drop the razor and fall to the floor
I scream and begin to cry out loud
I need a doctor,quick,right now
I try to get up but am way too weak
The blood rushing out,I hear running feet
MY brother rushes in seeing blood on the tile
He calls 911 but it takes a while
I slowly begin to close my eyes
He whispers stay awake and begins to cry
I take my last breath saying goodbye
And in his arms I slowly die
© Asia B., Hudson, MA
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This article has 3 comments.
babyrissa212 said...
on Aug. 9 2009 at 5:37 am
yea well my life is messed up that is why i wrote this.
FlamableFyre DIAMOND said...
on Aug. 4 2009 at 10:42 pm
Wow. And i thought my life was bad. I understand, well to an extent. let me point out that without terrible things in the world, there wouldnt be wonderful things to make up for it or heal the wounds.
