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What's a girl to do when she can't hold her own
Pride's too thick in blood and she can't use the phone
She refuses to give up, but won't get up to reverse it
She's fallin' into darkness and she's too fuckin' nervous
She can't cry for help, her dignity's on the line,
But she's like the helpless victim of a horrible sex crime
It's not her fault, but she's scared it could be
Scared of what would be, what should be,
And when she tries the first person she can think of for help
They laugh her off since she's so upright in herself
"She'd never lose control" they say, but that's just the problem
They don't realize how long this girl's been struggin'
And as they hang up the phone it pushes her to the edge
She doesn't want to die alone, overdosed, on the bed,
She wanted to live a fun life, a free life, a full life
But nobody takes her seriously and now she's livin' no life
Her eyes spot the mirror, she could slit her wrists with the glass,
Or the knife on the kitchen table is sharp enough to get past
The skin of her arm, she could hack it up good,
Then call nine-one-one, and when they get to the neighbourhood
It'll be too late, they'll try to revive her, last minute shock
Someone cares, everyone else lied to her, she's cold as a rock
Blood's too thick running down her arm, no one told her they loved her
And now she lies in sheets of red, wishing somebody wanted her
But it's too late now, and she's not sure what she's doing is right
She wanted to see morning, this is her last glimpse of daylight
But since she thinks nobody loves her, why should she care anyway?
They never cared about her, why should she value herself today?
But she forgot, there's someone out there, she'd love to apologise to
She never told him how she felt and now she knows it's too late to
She hopes that maybe he'll know, maybe he'll realize.
But until then, she just wishes she'd said goodbye.
But suddenly the dark is fading, sunlight's pushing through
Apparently somebody was watching what she tried to do
Now she's got another chance to tell that one she loves him
And now she can dream of a future, not hopeless, not dim,
She's getting help now, she's feeling better too...
Today's the day she says and means it: "I love you."

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On Saturday December 4th, 2004, Angst Queen (470) writes:
I am reading this quite a bit later then perhaps I should have and I must say I am impressed. I find it hard to write about hope myself, but the fact that you can and have makes things a bit easier


On Sunday March 21st, 2004, Ravenblade (273) writes:
wow, an incredible poem, i find it hard to keep a rhyme scheem like that without braking it into stanzas...bravo, very nicely done though the subjetc matter seems overdone


On Sunday March 21st, 2004, Nightingale (555) writes:
I think it's nice to see a poem where the subject lives at the end. It's not about death or the end... it's about hope.


On Tuesday September 16th, 2003, happymurderer (203) writes:
People give up to easy. They dont realize there is so much more to live for. Not just some ass who never cared or the family that was never there (thank god this was not a suicide read though). The ending, like many have said, was quite the treat...


On Tuesday September 16th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
I'm a big believer in triumphant endings. Something has to come out of what I've written about, you know? I like hope. I write hope. Maybe it's a nice change from many other writers.


On Sunday September 28th, 2003, happymurderer (203) writes:
Its a great change. Though Im not saying the other poems are bad that do write about that, there all good. I enjoy a change every once in a while though. And this really was the treat...


On Sunday September 28th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*grins* Glad I could provide a treat.


On Friday August 29th, 2003, An Expired Member (8) writes:
you captivate me with your words. some people dont break through the glass that they use ase an escape on their wrist. im glad you could XbrollyX


On Saturday August 30th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*nods*


On Thursday August 21st, 2003, A Velvet Tongue (527) writes:
finally! a poem about getting through it instead of cutting and killin yerself...Many thanks for sharing this one hun.. a much different ending than normal! ~Vel~


On Thursday August 21st, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
I've read ones where the subject dies at the end, where there's an actual message, and those I like... but usually, yeah, they suck. *grins*


On Thursday August 21st, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Yeah, I've become a bit optimistic as of late... good thing I suppose.


On Thursday August 21st, 2003, King_Crazy_Dave (407) writes:
wonderful. put together amazingly flows just right and a message everyone should grasp. if only everyone in a similar position could get that chance...its going on my favorites


On Thursday August 21st, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
really!? Thanks so much, Dave!


On Monday August 18th, 2003, Drea (917) writes:
omg i truely love this.. just the way everything flows and the subject is one that is close to my heart.. amazingly talented you are...and yes i'm yoda..lol..~Drea~


On Tuesday August 19th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Talk like Yoda, you do. Thank you, appreciated, these comments are. *grins*


On Monday July 7th, 2003, Jonas (877) writes:
catches like river of fire current sweeping in words weeping dipping under come up sputtering crawl to the shore and suddenly the sun is shining... great piece


On Tuesday July 8th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
I suppose so. :-)


On Monday July 7th, 2003, Demosthenes (222) writes:
ooooo niiiiightingaaaaale is uuuubercoooooool! -B


On Monday July 7th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Lol. *bows*


On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Leerer Blick Fairy (24) writes:
DAMN. thats good!! I think you have just topped "happy father's day"!!!


On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*grins* thank you.


On Thursday July 3rd, 2003, Deliverence (797) writes:
Indeed you have talent..I take from this piece that much is on your mind...I, too have that cursed problem..but none the less i look forward to reading future works by you.-Kefka


On Friday July 4th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*nods knowingly*


On Thursday July 3rd, 2003, A Velvet Tongue (527) writes:
They say what we overcome makes us stronger....Good read..


On Thursday July 3rd, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Sadly enough I'm reminded of Christina Aguilera's 'Fighter' song. Hee hee.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Bast (895) writes:
well done, darling... what's a girl to do? survive, and i'm glad you made it. welcome to DP!


On Thursday July 3rd, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Survival... to spite. Hee hee.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, cre (507) writes:
Nice write . . . it carried me all the way through with ease . . . sad yet not without hope . . . and I love the rhyme and rhythm. Good job.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Thanks, cre. One of my better works I must say...


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Six-Out (1799) writes:
Six? Well yes, I agree with dave, serious fucking talent. I love the message in this one, suicide is not the way, and a wonderful read.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Thanks, six. The guy I wrote about at the end is my friend J. He's actually the one that helped me get out of the depression.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Rebel_Angel (401) writes:
your lucky you had a friend there for you to lean on... That is what friends are for right?...lol


On Tuesday July 8th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Maybe that's why I have so few friends. LOL



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