Free Poetry Contest
How do I pick up the pieces?
How do i make things go back?
This is a nightmare.
I feel like an outcast.
What kind of life is this?
I left for two years and come back to isolation.
Do they know what I went through?
Do they know my pain?
I walk through the streets and people stare.
I walk into a store and people fall silent.
"Look it's the crazy girl." they whisper.
There is a fine line for what i am.
I'm not crazy.
You would be to after you watch your family die.
I couldn't stop it.
Why can't I die to?
Why am i still alive?
I wish it was the other way around.
After all, it's my fault.
I didn't mean to be angry.
I lost control.
The rain was coming down too fast.
I wish that I would have seen the lake.
It's not like I did it on purpose.
I always wish i died to.
Old friends of mine shy away from me.
Little children scurry away from my scarred face.
You can't just drive a car into a lake.
Your window is almost always broken first.
You surface and find you are alone.
You dive down and see them struggle.
You try to get back through the window and cut your once beautiful face.
Your father smiles and pushes you out.
there's nothing you can do.
You can just watch their moving stop as they die.
I'm not crazy.
Not in the least bit.
I'm guilty of murder.
That's the horror of it.
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? By KendraBurnett19 On 4/22/2014 2:02:31 PM
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