the Suicide

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
it's a story in poem form of a man racing to his girlfriend's house to save her from her own self distruction. this is a good one and i recomend that you read it

Submitted: November 30, 2006

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Submitted: November 30, 2006



Before I hung up the phone, all I could hear/ was a dialtone ring in my ear.

I ran out the house and jumped in my car/ Just a couple of miles, you're not that far.

I love you-Please don't leave me/ my eyes are filled with tears, I can barely see.

I hope I'm not too late to show you that I care/ Just one more block, I'm almost there.

I jump out my car and race to your room/ hoping to save you from your doom.

I get there and I'm too late/ you've already chosen your fate.

suicide was not the way/ is that the price you felt you had to pay?

you were only seventeen years old/ with a life unlived and secrets untold.

you could have made a's and b's/ could have cured some kind of disease.

but now we'll never know/ because the love you needed, we neglected to show.

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