November 21, 2009
By ShelbyLunden BRONZE, Moore, Oklahoma
ShelbyLunden BRONZE, Moore, Oklahoma
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I face a storm every day. I can't seem to find the right thing to do or say. I'm like World War II all over again. The feeling of being alone, isolation, the loud sounds every turn you take, and the heartbreak of knowing that the only trust worthy people are no longer there as if there were killed on the front line. If I were to die today I would be more than okay. I can't take another step on this reched place. I can't lye in bedands sleep. I toss and turn until I end upside down or sideways. My smiles, hugs, and friendly, happy gestures blind you from what is going on inside me. You could never guess. My walls are crashing down around me, I can't bear the pain any longer. I cry out wondering if it will ever stop. Screaming in a crowded room, everone as if they can not hear me. I wonder if I would be missed if I commited... I can utter the word, or if my spirit would be just a waste of your air space. My life is a wonderful, terrible thing that I know, no matter how much I try, I will never make it. You yank each and every nerve I have left in my body, until I am weak and can do no more. I am screaming for you to turn around and actually look at me, but no you don't want to t ake the risk of being the girl that hangs out with her. I called you my bestfriend, but now you are just, you. I don't want you to cry when I'm gone. I don't want you to be near me. I want all the precious memories we had through our childhood, let them hang just like what your letting me do. I don't want you to remember my face, because I will never remember yours. You are the one that killed me. You were my last life line, but you cut me off like a loose string on your shirt or your shorts so they will make you look like what you really are, a hoe. You blame the innocent so you the guilty party is to caught up in your ego or reputation. If you have a reputation you earned it. They wouldn't have said something that ticked them off, or you actually are what they call you. But know this, you may be me. The girl that is tough but has a fear cause physical harm. The girl who isn't scared to speak up. The girl who bleeds whenever you lash at her. Those wounds are the ones that never heal. I'm leaving, this will be the last key I will ever touch, and it's all your fault.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jan. 6 2010 at 5:40 pm
ShelbyLunden BRONZE, Moore, Oklahoma
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Hi, thank you for the comment. I am glad i inspired you and relted to you. This was very much so fiction. I would never commint suicide. I hope when I put more of my work up, I hope that inspires you too(:<br />
Love and Hugs,<br />

on Jan. 4 2010 at 11:12 am
BeautifulSoul BRONZE, Toledo, Ohio
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I really, truly loved this writing and I feel it was worth my time reading. I can somewhat relate to this poetry and all I can say is stay strong if everything that you have put on paper is true. To me, it's so strange how people you don't even know can relate to the same things and are going through the same struggles. So just keep your head up and live until their is no more life in you. DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE! Trust their is someone out there that needs you whether you know it or not, so don't let them down even if they let you down along the way. Life is a precious gift even when the things that are in your life aren't so precious. Keep writing, even if it is just a note, because it helps relieve stress and express your emotions. Peace, L0VE, and happiness!


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