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A breeze
The corpse sways
A girl, grown cold to the world
The note she left pinned to the chair
The noose round her neck pulled tight
The chair fallen to the ground in the silence of night
Her neck unbroken, her hands unbound
Scratches round her neck show will
The rope pulled tight is the end
All is eerily quiet
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K-K-Armadillo Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012  Student General Artist
It's beautiful...
But... hollow sounding? as if the girl is standing by herself, watching and describing her actions.
The use of the word corpse takes all the humanity out of the body. As if it's now an object rather than a person...
The eerie quiet surrounding the body, as if the entire world is holding its breath...
I hope she has found peace now.
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SuicidalGirl25 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
Thanks. It's just one of my many bad day rant poems that just ended up online. There are just some days were it's true that I feel hollow. I guess that was one of those. I just hope one day I find some peace with my own inner turmoil, but hopefully through better means than what my poetry offers.
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You're welcome~
But it seems far more structured and well thought out than just a rant! Don't deny it; you have good natural talent for poetry, so keep writing!
and I know for sure that you will find peace without having to resort to such extreme measures, probably a lot sooner than you might think! <3
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SuicidalGirl25 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
Thank you. I've been writing poetry for a few years. Took many honors English classes that I passed the poetry sections well...at least until one teacher. She and I didn't see eye to eye exactly, nor with a friend of mine who didn't exactly have biblical values. We don't attend some sort of church school though. I just think the teacher didn't care for her values or the fact that I valued said person as my friend. >>; But that certainly didn't slow me down.

I've been told that many times, there are just those days where I feel I'm not, and it haunts me. I feel bad for it at times, or worse feel nothing at all. That's the thing that scares me. But thank you for your support. You've certainly helped me feel better about today. <3
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K-K-Armadillo Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012  Student General Artist
:iconcraiplz: Ah~ I'm happy I made you feel better!
I may still be in highschool, but I've definitely had my share of... uh- let's say difficult teachers :P but I'm glad that you managed to power through that!
I've never been one for words (doodling's more my thing ^v^) so how anyone can just spontaneously write a beautiful poem is beyond me!You've gotta stick with what you're good at and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! And- at the risk of sounding cliche- you have to follow your dreams and keep doing what you're good at.
Vent through your writing! Show others how you feel though that writing (even if you never end up showing anyone!) and if you begin to doubt yourself, or your happiness in life, hold on to what you're good at. It'll help pull you through. And It's a thing that'll never change (cos let's face it, however hard you try, you can't get worse at something you're fantastic at ^.^)

... gosh this has changed from a comment to one hell of an essay... oops!
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SuicidalGirl25 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
Well it's always nice to hear a good peptalk to, that way I can feel better throughout the day rather than just for a little bit. I can know that there is more to writing than simply spilling words onto paper or jumbling random thoughts down. I'd keep an actual journal if I knew it wouldn't get my ass sent to therapy that I'm not too terribly interested in. I mean, I'm sure I need it, but the doctors I've been to are either pretending that they're interested or they just don't care. >>'

*insert random topic change*...Wait, you're in highschool? XD I just graduated back in May~

But seriously, I'm glad you like my writing. <3 It's given me a bit more confidence in a fanfic I have planned...that is if my MS Office 07 disk would work properly. >c
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K-K-Armadillo Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Well... they can't force you to go to therapy can they? I mean if you really don't want to go? I honestly have no idea... But if doctors don't listen... I don't know, maybe a friend to vent to? or an anonymous call centre thingy?
I am probably giving terrible unwanted advice here, sorry ^^;

BUT on a positive note, yup I'm still in highschool. I'm a little 5th year babby~ UvU And I'd really LOVE to read your fanfiction!! well, provided your computer doesnt eat it :D
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SuicidalGirl25 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
xD It's not unwanted. I have other friends I've talked to about it. I don't care for those hotlines, plus I can never call one when I need to and/or want to since there's always someone home since my mom works days and my dad works nights. It's true they can no longer force me. I'm 18. I'd just be throwing my money away. :/

Thanks, though I don't know what your thought of AkuRoku are >u<;
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