Teenage Suicide and Her

Inevitable

Teenage suicide

Peeling back the layers of emotion

Like a leaf floating in the ocean

So lost and sightless on the crest

I tell myself Iam the best

But still the darkness clouds my mind

I try to tell myself that Iam fine

The past controls my thoughts and dreams

please rid me of these awful fiends

Every night and day grows darker I look

forward to having my own marker

It reads, He loved his mum he loved his dad

I am sorry it had to end so sad.

We dont need help we dont need sorrow

Get over it guys guess what! its tommorow

Copyright ©2007 Petalac

Her

Her eyes smoulder blue like wet drift wood on a fire.
Her hair is peach the fruit we all desire.
Her skin is milky blushings of pink not pale.
Her voice is like a pixie from a fairytale.
Her fingers like vines on a tree caress my face.
Her dress floats like a cloud its made of lace.
Her singing is like song birds calling each other.
Her last dying words I was proud to be your mother.

Copyright ©2007 Petalac

I like to write poetry about things that have happened in my life, these things have made me the person Iam today ,be that good or bad I dont know, thats up to others to judge.

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