Autumn Winds

Rookie - 10 Points (July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Amanda Todd - Poem by Autumn Winds

Once there was a girl
Not that far away
Who loved and laughed
And danced and played
Then one day
While she was talking with her friends
She made a mistake
That would haunt her till it's ends
They called her lovely and dazzling
They called her perfect and stunning
Thinking it would do none harm
She sent it over, right into their arms
A year went by
Along with everyday life
Then one day a message came
He threatened to expose her
To everyone that knows her
But she ignored the menace.....
On Christmas Break
Came a knock on the door
He had sent her photo everywhere
To all, what she had ever dared
Her friends had shunned her
She became the loner
Addicted to drugs
She slowly sunk down
Another new school came and went
But still the picture was sent and sent
Depressed and alone
She needed someone
But no one came or cared
Weather she lived or breathed
The air
So she used pain as an escape
Tried to drape her pain
In bleach
The mystery man
Still unknown to her
Had created a page to
Drive all who she had left, away
Alone and depressed
Stressed and done crying
She finally did what everyone said she should
She took her own life

All she needed was someone there
Someone to care
Her name was Amanda Todd
This was her never ending story
This was her life


Comments about Amanda Todd by Autumn Winds

  • Gold Star - 31,799 Points Chinedu Dike (4/24/2015 6:02:00 AM)

    A tragic narrative, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Shame can be worse than death sometimes, ill equipped to contain shame is probably the reason why some people, even men and women of honour commit suicide. A beautiful poem written with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Dale Mullock (10/14/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    Bully's never win said the motto... but they certainly did here, the fact they showed no remorse even after her death for me took the buscuit, they should have been pulled down and shown what they had done. The life of anyone is precious and the fact that she had no where to turn, no one to talk to, no shoulder to cry and they even prayed upon that. A good write with heart string plucking lines and message that society need to read and take in. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Anita Sehgal (10/13/2012 2:04:00 AM)

    sad and poignant... it has happened to so many... tragic well expressed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 13, 2012


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