When i was younger I lived in a shop with my mum, dad and brother. I was about 9 when we moved, just after my younger sister was born.
I live in a small town just near ACT, Australia.
We moved into my nan's house and lived there for about a year or two.
Ever since I was born my mum and dad has fought alot and broken up a fair bit.
While we were at my nan's house my mum and dad broke up for good. Dad bought a flat down the road and took $30, 000 of his and mums savings.
While they were apart my mum bought a new house while dad stayed living in the flat.
When I was 13 i got woken up one night and my mum and brother were sitting on my bed crying.
mum told me my dad had just been killed in a car crash and I didnt even cry because i was in so much shock.
Mum had to organise the funeral and we didnt have very much money at the time but we got by.
while we were at the funeral director's place with the police they were being quite rude calling the coroners body snatchers and laughing. This made me quite upset.
I am now 16 years old and doing fine. i'm in year 10 and have lots of caring friends who i love. i still miss my dad everyday. It is something I will never get over but something that I have to bury deep inside me forever.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Poem I Wrote
Emo Girl
People know she is someone,
she doesn't believe so,
she hides in the shadows
wherever she goes.
She has no friends,
she’s always alone,
she hates her school,
she hates her home.
One rainy day,
she couldnt take it anymore,
she over- dosed on drugs,
then fell to the floor.
The next day she woke up,
in a hospital bed,
they had saved her life,
she was almost dead.
She went home that day,
they thought she was well,
she was still depressed,
but no one could tell.
She went out the back,
under the shade,
she shut her eyes,
then pulled out a blade.
She started to cut,
and was really calm,
she felt the blood dripping,
down her arm.
The emo girl,
died this day,
her beautiful soul,
fading away.
As she floated ,
up above,
she saw the people,
she truly loved.
Her mum, her dad,
everyone was there,
all along,
they really did care.
She wanted to go back,
before she picked up that knife,
maybe then,
she’d still have her life.
People know she is someone,
she doesn't believe so,
she hides in the shadows
wherever she goes.
She has no friends,
she’s always alone,
she hates her school,
she hates her home.
One rainy day,
she couldnt take it anymore,
she over- dosed on drugs,
then fell to the floor.
The next day she woke up,
in a hospital bed,
they had saved her life,
she was almost dead.
She went home that day,
they thought she was well,
she was still depressed,
but no one could tell.
She went out the back,
under the shade,
she shut her eyes,
then pulled out a blade.
She started to cut,
and was really calm,
she felt the blood dripping,
down her arm.
The emo girl,
died this day,
her beautiful soul,
fading away.
As she floated ,
up above,
she saw the people,
she truly loved.
Her mum, her dad,
everyone was there,
all along,
they really did care.
She wanted to go back,
before she picked up that knife,
maybe then,
she’d still have her life.
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