Am I Pretty Now
- Written by Baljit Bamrah
Here comes the ugly one
Looking sad and wearing black
Those stupid fuc*ing preps all laugh
Because she looks so fat
Trying to ignore the comments
She walks, looking at the floor
Since she doesn't say a word
They shout more ugly words
The jocks throw their footballs at her
And the anorexic sluts just laugh
She's teased in science,
she teased in english
She's even teased in math
Everyday, the same routine,
She runs into her room and cries
She thinks that no one cares
If she just curled up and died
Then one day after normal teasing,
She finally had enough
She couldn't handle all their teasing
And other stupid stuff
She grabbed some lipstickand put it on her lips
She grabbed her long black skirt
And then started to rip
At the corner of her eye
She spotted a pointy blade
She slashed her wrists until Her vision started to fade
Suddenly, she fell
Collapsing on a towel
The words carved in her wrists read,
Am I Pretty Now?
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
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Excellent man..simply awesome...
ReplyDeleteI am adding up sumthing frm my side.A boy's perspective.
A lost and lonely boy
who sheds a single tear
thinking he has no purpose in life
& everything to fear
friends don't really care
he doesn't value life
never anyone there
to help him with his strife
tripping over problems
all throughout the day
if only there was someone
to help him on his way
A single friend in life
that really truly cares
but no one is found
at his fragile heart it tears
A sad and lonely life he lives
so he sits in the corner and cries
cuts his arms a little
and wishes he would die
now his frail body
lies limp and dead on the floor
A pool of blood beneath his
In his misery no more
So listen to me my dear
I'm trying to make you see
for that boy in the corner
that lonely boy is me......
this poem is simply amazing! it is only because of this tht i got inspired to write
ReplyDelete"on this bench sits a little girl"
the above poem by jiggy will fill the space..its real great..
ReplyDeletevrushali i suggest that this 1 shld also be posted in ur blog..
wt say