The Diaries: Part I...look, this is me. bringing back some old/new stuff, comparing the new writtens with the old. I'm adding some new entrys ..so now you can just listen up!
The Diaries: Part II
By: Nash
Rumors, lies ..ruined lives. people die
a book full of the tears i couldn't cry
Years of wasted life ..& i do not hide
..the only book that's tasted suicide!
Entry 4: Abusive Doors
Once upon a time, the time of a girl died
because the trust of her parents was a lie!
she was to die, microwave on the right ..
but her parents ended up caring ..
..& put up a fight
so through the night, her body rustled ..
with dreams of self killings far from suddle
a girl, not help willing, finally stumbled
over this thing we call a life she lightly crumbled
she awoke from her small impairment
imprisoned by a hospital, & awaking ..
.. to a screaming parent!
dad screams for reasons, w/ fists like boulders
'why???' mom said, while shaking her shoulders
the girl no longer knew her ..a mother with doubt
her reasons? an abusive family she could live without
so while fists knocked quick, & shoulders rocked fits
she found the only support she ever had ..
.. & pulled it from it's socket!
Rumors, lies ..ruined lives. people die
a book full of the tears i couldn't cry
Years of wasted life ..& i do not hide
..the only book that's tasted suicide!
Entry 5: Thinking of Suicide?
Doors slam! Cords Jammed ..we scream back & forth
hear the children cry from east, south, west, & north!
..
abuse comes in full, thoughts steadily pull the mind ..
all thoughts of the right life, are slowly left behind
a sign of abuse! bruises, scars, & depression ..
.. but we refuse! to lose yards of obsession
to teach us a lesson, you outsmart the adolecent?
no! this boy leaves his home ..with nowhere to roam
but he stands all alone with nothing but his dome
food baskets? none ..food? he needs some
the hunger runs through his veins ..
.. as he sinks in his slum
yet still he runs! from the past he could outlast
the past which he'd left, ever so fast!
the blast, the adrennaline, the high of the chase
gave this boy the desire to find his new face
a new image, new everything ..finished with old
in with the new, a new story to be told ..
while he did what he did though, slowly he perished
he thought of his mother, the ladie he DID cherrish
the fairest of fair ..with no will to care!
a new man walked, to a train station just there.
he fell off the edge, his story died but it still lacked
& the boy tried ..but couldn't escape from his tracks
Rumors, lies ..ruined lives. people die
a book full of the tears i couldn't cry
Years of wasted life ..& i do not hide
..the only book that's tasted suicide!
Last, Final Entry: What's Our Reasons?
It sucks.. we sigh as our parents betray us!
crying through our parents enslaved trust!
exclamations put periods below nations
because a line of dust signifys our parents lust
meaning ..there is no meaning to a childs life
we're enslaved by our own knife ..
.. & boys are made to enslave a wife!
forced strife ..engaged in rage with our bothers
.. then we're frayed to see dissapointed fathers
it's obnoxious! but its our life, so we deal ..
discovering & living on things borderlined real
it's what we feel! the rage & firey desires, see
you ask why we die? just take a look at our diaries!
Rumors, lies ..ruined lives. people die
a book full of the tears i couldn't cry
Years of wasted life ..& i do not hide
..the only book that's tasted suicide!
A simple book ...secrets, true loves, hurts, tears, or meths
but if you look the worst of it all ...is parents, childrens, & deaths
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