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This is a poem about my past... I blocked it out when I was younger because it hurt so much, and I'm only starting to remember so many things now. No, I'm not manic depressive...I'm actually a very perky, fun loving, hyperactive girl. I just like dark stuff is all. ^_^ Oh, and a part in here sounds like my father hit my mother...it was my mother throwing the vase at my dad so...no wife beaters in my family, no worries! Oh, and I sort of wrote this so people can see that in todays world...there's no such thing as a normal childhood......
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"Childhood Suicide"
Yuushi Rose
Small child
Sitting quietly
Seeming mild
Silent catastrophe
Waiting moment
Passing by
Tears on her face
Wanting to die
Hiding now
Inside her closet
Under clothes
Comforting bears
Only five
Keeps trying
So desperately
Does she try
To slit
Those small wrists
To die
To stop the pain
Memories
Molestation
Hate and fire
Burning tension
The screaming goes on
A vase shatters
Father yells
Mother screams
Her blood drips...
Open my eyes
Memories
Of a past
I prefer
To forget....
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