
A girl, desperate for solace and love, commits suicide at the age of 17, and the media is sparked like a kindling flame.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 267 - Published: 08-21-12 - id: 3052122
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If I died
Would you promise
To tell no one
How much I really suffered?
These nails that sank into my brain
Made it bleed
And the world was so blurry
I really couldn't see
I cannot make any letters
I cannot even cry
I can only say my final words
That I regretted all too much
This bird
That sang this all too sorrowful song
Realized no one wanted to hear her
And she must go on
And this record can't spin anymore
It will end now
And the needle will stop
And my song will stop
In a final
Discordant
Screech
That you will only think
Was my scream
12/30
Piano
I remember this piano
I remembered it
Since I was 9
The songs you will play
And my mother would dance
Her body would contort and sway
Like a tree in a windy autumn day
You played so many melodies
That I still remember
And smiled when I hummed them
Since I was 9
I see its many threads
Ready to belt out their voice
Press on their keys
And if they liked the dance of your fingers
They would act like a chorus
And belt out a harmony
I still feel the beauty
Of the tones translated as letters
I still feel
Of the memories of you playing this piano
Since I was 9
And maybe one day
I would play this piano as well as you
As if it were mine
And the tunes would carry on melodiously
Through our family
As if it I was a knitter with needle and twine
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