Friday, October 06, 2006

"The ghost of who she was."


The ghost of who she was never wanted to be
A normal girl like any other you would see roaming the hall's.
Never harmed a soul.Never spoke a word.
Now she sleeps with the worm's.
They eat away at her flesh like the words of the fool's who hated her
They didnt like what she was or how she acted
Just being herself drove her mad
By changing herself she changed his life
When his life changed, her's ended
The though of him being gone killed her
Literaly..
She slowly went downhill
Like the tears rolling down his cheeks at her funeral
He placed a paper in her casket
It read:
"My love, My darling,
You took your life beacuse of me.
I'm such a fool. I"m the fool who killed you.
I'll see you in heven my love. Tonight I'm leaving,seee you around
next time you see me I'll be six feet under ground. Good Bye and good night my lover,
My killer."
That night he took his own life. Just to feel again.
How foolish.
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Dont ask.
I hate love,
Jesse

2 Comments:

Blogger Kalinka said...

I'm reading The Bell Jar again for the third time now. (SOOOOOOOOOO GREAT!!! Sylvia Plath is my hero.) And this reminds me of that for some reason. Ah! *reads The Bell Jar *

I shut my eyes and the world drops dead,
Kal B.

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