..you did a good job in letting your feelings out. Death...it happens all the time...I've seen too much of it. I hope things go well for you. Its a memory that you will never forget. I wish i could say more, but i don't want to give advise to someone that probably doesn't want to hear it. Well take care of yourself.

Beautiful. Sad. Terrible. Scary. Often the four don't go well together. You must feel awful...I can understand. I know the feeling that you need to get out the thoughts in your brain, what's happening, the suffering...poetry is a good way of doing this. A beautiful poem. So tormented...

My god, I'm so sorry. No one deserves to have that happen to them. I hope this has helped you find peace with yourself, if not, good luck.

*Grasp* All true? I am SO sorry for you!!!
I mean wow,that was a great poem. Sometimes I have to write things down too or else I'll go crazy thinking about it. I hope you will never have to see anything like that again,and hope you feel better. Once again,great poem!

Oh, my God... ::exhales:: Damn. I'm sorry you had to go through that. The neighbors fight and scream a lot over here, but... maybe I should be glad when I can hear the bass pumping from the other side of the wall...

Very creepy.

Oh my God..what happened to her? I didn't somehow get all of this, to tell the truth..but God, this was so sad and good

wow....that was really upsetting. You really conveyed your feelings well!

This is sad, but it really happens sometimes. I've had some pretty bad experiences, too. Be glad that you let it out.

wow this really happened? for some reason everytime i write that it's just a stupid question, but right now i don't know.

...O.O... Just... Wow. That was good. Even if it was about something sad. ;-; I would never sleep again if that happened to me. I mean... you know what I mean. I think. I like non-rhyming poetry. Anyways, this was really deep, got what you were thinking across. Or so it seems. The "bunched together" words were a nice touch. But anyways... THAT'S SO SAD!!! ::Runs around in frantic circles:: I feel the same way... like that kind of thing always happens to "someone else", you know? ;-;!!! Saaaad! Now I have to go to school, so I have to go, but I could talk all day about this poem. O.o; ::Scampers off to catch her school bus:: NO! WAIT FOR MEEE!

My god.... Maybe it's the vulnerability of the too-late/too-early hours, but I could feel this. It was as if the way the words ran together kept me from breathing through all those lines. *shiver* It's hard to find words to praise something like that- so powerful because of such terrible circumstances... Amazing, perhaps, or awe-inspiring. But those words feel kinda weak in that light.... Wow.

ohh hthatso rocks i wish i'da wrote it...for a song for helium19..read my stories to c what im talkin bout

Wicked poem!!

Eeeee...that must have been horrible to go through. I'm sorry. You capture feelings well in the poem, though...