Depressing Poetry
Jennifer Truman Copyright 1997-1999 All Rights Reserved
Faded Soul
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My heart torn and faded
under lungs worn black
torn from what they did
worn from what they lack
survial of the heartless
or a world for the true
For those who lack the kindness
of those that dream they pursue
living into the present
while some live in the past
wishing for God's consent
or a life worth to last
No longer with a reason, for living in the
real
a green leaf out of season
from inside my heart to steal.
Have You Ever
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Have you ever wanted to cry?
Have you ever wanted to die?
Give away your soul to god
and let it be free, no more
painful goodbye's or hearts getting
shattered by him. I'll be fine if
I die, but if I live I will be
hurt in too many ways I already have.
Have you ever wanted to cry?
Have you ever wanted to die?
I have.
My life is crumbling before my eyes and
I sit and watch in despise.
I see my life through a glass bottle and it
seems to be breaking upon my watching.
I can see myself looking into the future
no one is there, so who will care?
I feel trapped for I know not what lies
ahead.
I seem to think I can walk out bbut then
I think theres no hope.
For if I try I will die and no one will sigh.
I've found out no one would care because
I was all alone in a shelter glass stone.
Love In Heaven
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if and when i die, please dont cry
i'll miss you more than you'll miss me...
trust me
just to let you know, i've always loved you
even when we were apart, you broke my heart
now that the end has come, i wish we could
atleast been friends
i've always cared for you, now in heaven
i share for you
i cry you these tears, please dont fear
their tears of love
even though time has passed, let me
reassure you my love will last
This poem was written by my best friend when
a girl in our school commited suicide in
our highschool bathroom.
"The Girl in the Stall"
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The girl in the stall
doesnt think it matters at all
She doesnt think anyone cares
so she stands out the biggest dare.
Standing with the door locked
staring at the wall blocks
The time as come
when its all said and done.
Why are you lonely?
Arent you afraid?
What are you thinking?
Of what they said?
The gun is cold against her head
thoughts of what its like to be dead
She thinks of being happy
away from everyone.
A few quick last thoughts
and the chore is done
On the wall and floor
blots of blood and the gun.
Her eyes now closed
laying in the pool
Thinking inside
now whos the fool?
No last words
just one last sight
In her mind
the view of the lights.
On the ceiling
she sees her fate
The thoughts are leaving
and its hard to concentrate.
The door opens
and she hears someone enter
She doesnt know who its is
But it really doesnt matter
Now here I am
listening to the stories
After its all over
now who shows the glory?
They cant figure it out
no one knows why
But I have my own idea
she just wanted to fly.
Away from the pain
high in the clouds
Away from the hurt
built up inside.
Before she took the plunder
I believe she first thought
Of being six feet under
the suggestions in her head fought.
The girl in the stall
wasnt what they said at all
She was just like me
except she took the fall.
I wonder where she is now
will I ever see her again?
I use to think "hopefully soon"
but I have a special friend
This special friend wont let it happen
though i have bargained with her
She said she would fall apart
cause I would have broke her heart.
So I'm making this special promise
not to let her down
Because she means this much to me
I couldnt bare to leave her now.
And see her drowning
in all the tears
I could not be happy
even away from my fears.
So to the girl in the stall
where ever you are
You might like to know
I do care at all.
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