She Poem by Lizzie Resendiz

She

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She sits alone
her head down
hair in her face
covering up her tear filled eyes

She has no fate
but who would blame
her life so full of pain
what kind of a god would cause all that

She cuts her wrist
but them she hides
not wanted anyone to see
how depressed she is and call her a freak

She balls her fist
when she's mad
and blows she makes
into the cold hard brick wall

She wishes for suicide
no one would care
thats what she believes
so she will end her life, with her beloved knife

She is gone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Siddharth Singh 03 August 2009

Suicide must never be considered. The reason lies in the poem itself. No one cares anyway.

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Ashraful Musaddeq 19 May 2009

'so she will end her life, with her beloved knife' Can we support this sort of poem?

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