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The Girl Who Cries Herself to Sleep
0 reviewsshe used to cry herself to sleep...she used just be...i miss her tears. A suicide poem, don't take this lightly! Please r/r!
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Author Note: Never assume that this is the author here...this is just a story, a sad tale past down to me...it just needed to be told.
The Girl Who Cries Herself to Sleep
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There was a girl who was
happy,
oh so happy!
She never had a problem
or so her friends thought.
She would smile,
asmile not so wonderful,
A smile that hide the pain.
The fact that
She cries herself to sleep.
She used to wonder
why she cried?
maybe she was weak
or maybe it was natural thing to do.
But she never cried to her friends
The only friend
she ever had was a teddy bear,
She would cry to her teddy bear
and say...
"Oh teddy! What a day..."
It always begun
that way...
she would tell her problems
and never got a response back.
She wondered did anyone
truly love me?
Would anyone save my
Sanity
from being washed away,
like the sand drifting away with water.
But no such respond happen.
she was sad,
her friends tried to talk
to her.
But she didn't listen.
Then one night
she told her teddy
her idea,
hanging herself.
It was the best idea
better to die
than to live,
because she was already dead.
If the teddy bear could protest
the teddy bear would have,
but no sound came
and she was happy
She finally wrote a letter
with silent tears coming down
She reflected,
while people decided to
cut their pain away
having blood washing away their sins.
She would have had tears.
She wrote a letter,
that suicides usually do...
Dear someone,
If anyone out there cares. I used to cry myself to
Sleep...but there was nothing to be done
I know someone was suppose to love
me,
but that never came
...goodnight!
Her parents found her dead
hanging from the bed
with her teddy bear by her side.
Some people say she had tears
while she died,
But others would say that
She never seemed to be like someone
to kill herself.
some speculate,
but I know,
I truly know,
that I would miss her,
her smile,
her laughter,
her tears.
Maybe if she didn't know
that someone
was out there,
I missed her,
I never got to
say goodbye,
or that I love her.
There's just an empty
void,
burning for desire,
for her back,
for the girl who cries herself to sleep.
The Girl Who Cries Herself to Sleep
------------------------------------------------------------------
There was a girl who was
happy,
oh so happy!
She never had a problem
or so her friends thought.
She would smile,
asmile not so wonderful,
A smile that hide the pain.
The fact that
She cries herself to sleep.
She used to wonder
why she cried?
maybe she was weak
or maybe it was natural thing to do.
But she never cried to her friends
The only friend
she ever had was a teddy bear,
She would cry to her teddy bear
and say...
"Oh teddy! What a day..."
It always begun
that way...
she would tell her problems
and never got a response back.
She wondered did anyone
truly love me?
Would anyone save my
Sanity
from being washed away,
like the sand drifting away with water.
But no such respond happen.
she was sad,
her friends tried to talk
to her.
But she didn't listen.
Then one night
she told her teddy
her idea,
hanging herself.
It was the best idea
better to die
than to live,
because she was already dead.
If the teddy bear could protest
the teddy bear would have,
but no sound came
and she was happy
She finally wrote a letter
with silent tears coming down
She reflected,
while people decided to
cut their pain away
having blood washing away their sins.
She would have had tears.
She wrote a letter,
that suicides usually do...
Dear someone,
If anyone out there cares. I used to cry myself to
Sleep...but there was nothing to be done
I know someone was suppose to love
me,
but that never came
...goodnight!
Her parents found her dead
hanging from the bed
with her teddy bear by her side.
Some people say she had tears
while she died,
But others would say that
She never seemed to be like someone
to kill herself.
some speculate,
but I know,
I truly know,
that I would miss her,
her smile,
her laughter,
her tears.
Maybe if she didn't know
that someone
was out there,
I missed her,
I never got to
say goodbye,
or that I love her.
There's just an empty
void,
burning for desire,
for her back,
for the girl who cries herself to sleep.
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