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Angie

Free at Last

Copyright Angie

There is this girl that I knew
But still, I wondered who she was.
Sometimes I thought I knew her
Others, I just wished I could.
There was a story in her eyes,
A story that only one person knew.
When she glanced over at me
I could tell her heart was aching, even breaking.
And this girl that I knew
Just cried all the time.
tears of confusion and anger.
cold icy tears that frosted on her face.
She told her friend, but she didn’t seem to care.
She didn’t want another person leaving
Not another friend.
So she stopped bothering her with her problems and trouble.
Pretended all was fine.
her friend said She said she would be there but she wasn’t
She only took notice when she really didn’t need help.
The advice she gave was only at the start,
Then even she, started fading,
Tried to get out.
Her troubles seemed too much for her friend
Too much for anyone-that is.

Down deep in her heart,
That her tears were flooding,
at the loss of her best friend.
There was a chain,
Locked tightly around her heart made of confusion, anger and frustration,
preventing her from loving.
Her heart eventually started to grow over the chain,
But the pain was still there,
It had not healed.
For she was hurt once before by a person she knew
and won’t let it happen again.
Whenever someone got to close
That chain tightened- and she ran.
her friend had not said sorry
so she could not forgive.
It broke her skin,
And she had to try forget it again.
So she changed her life
pretended to be someone else.
she gave up at home as her sister was so much better than her.
Her friend who hurt her, was still her friend
But distant to her- as it may seem.
And yet she won’t forgive this friend, so her chain gets tighter and tighter
Until she could stand it no more.
That evening she sneaked out of her house,
into the still moonlit night.
She looked at the silver glinting in the moonlight,
And wondered if it would help,
If it would ease the pain.
She lifted the knife
Knowing that she had no hope of being free from this chain
And plunged it deep into her heart.

Her family wondered where she was
Searching high and low.
They phoned her friend
And she said that she might know.
Alone, she went to their favourite place,
On top of the hill that overlooked the city.
This friend found her that same morning,
At her favourite place on the hill.
Between the two trees with their names written on,
She was lying there with tear stains on her cheeks.
Her long brown hair was blowing in the breeze.
Her friend found a letter that was attached to her hand
And on it she had written:
she reminds me so much of her
and yet so little.
the way they look and talk and smile-the same.
their mannerisms are identical,
the way they walk and stand.
but their personalities differ so much.
my best friend never left through good and bad
when it was her time to go
she knew and so did I.
but my other friend left, without a trace.
they both are amazing, kind, loving people.
my best friend played the piano,
while my other friend has the voice of an angel.
If only she had said sorry,
If only I could have forgiven her for the hurtful things she did,
not said
As leaving me alone in my time of need,
Is worse than saying a thousand hurtful words.
Time can heal words
But it cannot heal actions.
I missed those long phone calls of gossip and laughter,
I missed the advice she gave me on guys.
I pretended nothing was wrong,
I pretended everything was ok.
hoping maybe she would talk to me again.
all i wanted was a hello
and one of her famous hugs
that cheer you up if you are having a bad day.
She was there for a while and then she left.
She told me once,
When she saw me at school,
The day my best friend died,
That she would be there if I needed to talk.
That weekend was sad, I didn’t even speak.
But she made it fine for me,
She phoned me on that Saturday night,
Just to see if I was ok.
She made me laugh and made me cry
She made me feel alright.
She told me to hold on,
That she knows I’ll make it through.
The next day was even worse but still she phoned again
She told me,
To always have hope for a better tomorrow,
Because that’s what she would do.
We made plans to go out one night,
But she cancelled yet again
She said she would be there if I needed her,
If I ever needed a friend.
But when I needed her most of all, she was never there.
I wrote poems about it and she read them.
Not knowing it was about her.
I’m sorry I couldn’t have told her
But she was always to busy for me.
So dig my grave and dig it deep,
And place that
Single red rose that is in my room on it.
The one that was for her.
I never found time to give it to her
As she was never there.
And know, that as that rose was fading,
So was I.
She knew that!
She saw me everyday.
She knew I had been crying she could see it in my eyes.
I could see she knew by the way she looked at me.
I’m sorry I couldn’t tell her.
But now she knows.
Yes, now she knows
Now she knows I died
From hurt.

Her friend fell down right beside her,
Crying uncontrollably.
Yes she had known but didn’t worry,
Thought she would be fine.
Her friend had died all because of hurt
All because of her.
She stood back up.
She picked up the knife that lay beside her friend
And underneath was a piece of paper.
On this paper said:
I forgive her
I love her
And I’m sorry.

Her friend lay back down beside her.
Their long brown hair blowing in the breeze.
Her tears rolling out,
As she said out loud:
As if her friend could hear,
I’m sorry for what I did,
I love you,
And I wish I could have told you sooner!
She sat up her hair blowing in her face
She went to the tree with their names written on
And on there wrote,
Met each other here and died with each other here!
She took the knife from her friend,
And plunged it deep into her heart.
She fell down next to her friend,
Their long brown hair blowing in the wind.
For she knew that she could not tell anyone
What had happened.
They left this world together,
Flying in the breeze.
Gone with the wind.
no chains to hold them far apart
or to break their special bond.
Free at last.

Free at Last

Copyright Angie

There is this girl that I knew
But still, I wondered who she was.
Sometimes I thought I knew her
Others, I just wished I could.
There was a story in her eyes,
A story that only one person knew.
When she glanced over at me
I could tell her heart was aching, even breaking.
And this girl that I knew
Just cried all the time.
tears of confusion and anger.
cold icy tears that frosted on her face.
She told her friend, but she didn’t seem to care.
She didn’t want another person leaving
Not another friend.
So she stopped bothering her with her problems and trouble.
Pretended all was fine.
her friend said She said she would be there but she wasn’t
She only took notice when she really didn’t need help.
The advice she gave was only at the start,
Then even she, started fading,
Tried to get out.
Her troubles seemed too much for her friend
Too much for anyone-that is.

Down deep in her heart,
That her tears were flooding,
at the loss of her best friend.
There was a chain,
Locked tightly around her heart made of confusion, anger
and frustration,
preventing her from loving.
Her heart eventually started to grow over the chain,
But the pain was still there,
It had not healed.
For she was hurt once before by a person she knew
and won’t let it happen again.
Whenever someone got to close
That chain tightened- and she ran.
her friend had not said sorry
so she could not forgive.
It broke her skin,
And she had to try forget it again.
So she changed her life
pretended to be someone else.
she gave up at home as her sister was so much better than her.
Her friend who hurt her, was still her friend
But distant to her- as it may seem.
And yet she won’t forgive this friend, so her chain gets
tighter and tighter
Until she could stand it no more.
That evening she sneaked out of her house,
into the still moonlit night.
She looked at the silver glinting in the moonlight,
And wondered if it would help,
If it would ease the pain.
She lifted the knife
Knowing that she had no hope of being free from this chain
And plunged it deep into her heart.

Her family wondered where she was
Searching high and low.
They phoned her friend
And she said that she might know.
Alone, she went to their favourite place,
On top of the hill that overlooked the city.
This friend found her that same morning,
At her favourite place on the hill.
Between the two trees with their names written on,
She was lying there with tear stains on her cheeks.
Her long brown hair was blowing in the breeze.
Her friend found a letter that was attached to her hand
And on it she had written:
she reminds me so much of her
and yet so little.
the way they look and talk and smile-the same.
their mannerisms are identical,
the way they walk and stand.
but their personalities differ so much.
my best friend never left through good and bad
when it was her time to go
she knew and so did I.
but my other friend left, without a trace.
they both are amazing, kind, loving people.
my best friend played the piano,
while my other friend has the voice of an angel.
If only she had said sorry,
If only I could have forgiven her for the hurtful things
she did,
not said
As leaving me alone in my time of need,
Is worse than saying a thousand hurtful words.
Time can heal words
But it cannot heal actions.
I missed those long phone calls of gossip and laughter,
I missed the advice she gave me on guys.
I pretended nothing was wrong,
I pretended everything was ok.
hoping maybe she would talk to me again.
all i wanted was a hello
and one of her famous hugs
that cheer you up if you are having a bad day.
She was there for a while and then she left.
She told me once,
When she saw me at school,
The day my best friend died,
That she would be there if I needed to talk.
That weekend was sad, I didn’t even speak.
But she made it fine for me,
She phoned me on that Saturday night,
Just to see if I was ok.
She made me laugh and made me cry
She made me feel alright.
She told me to hold on,
That she knows I’ll make it through.
The next day was even worse but still she phoned again
She told me,
To always have hope for a better tomorrow,
Because that’s what she would do.
We made plans to go out one night,
But she cancelled yet again
She said she would be there if I needed her,
If I ever needed a friend.
But when I needed her most of all, she was never there.
I wrote poems about it and she read them.
Not knowing it was about her.
I’m sorry I couldn’t have told her
But she was always to busy for me.
So dig my grave and dig it deep,
And place that
Single red rose that is in my room on it.
The one that was for her.
I never found time to give it to her
As she was never there.
And know, that as that rose was fading,
So was I.
She knew that!
She saw me everyday.
She knew I had been crying she could see it in my eyes.
I could see she knew by the way she looked at me.
I’m sorry I couldn’t tell her.
But now she knows.
Yes, now she knows
Now she knows I died
From hurt.

Her friend fell down right beside her,
Crying uncontrollably.
Yes she had known but didn’t worry,
Thought she would be fine.
Her friend had died all because of hurt
All because of her.
She stood back up.
She picked up the knife that lay beside her friend
And underneath was a piece of paper.
On this paper said:
I forgive her
I love her
And I’m sorry.

Her friend lay back down beside her.
Their long brown hair blowing in the breeze.
Her tears rolling out,
As she said out loud:
As if her friend could hear,
I’m sorry for what I did,
I love you,
And I wish I could have told you sooner!
She sat up her hair blowing in her face
She went to the tree with their names written on
And on there wrote,
Met each other here and died with each other here!
She took the knife from her friend,
And plunged it deep into her heart.
She fell down next to her friend,
Their long brown hair blowing in the wind.
For she knew that she could not tell anyone
What had happened.
They left this world together,
Flying in the breeze.
Gone with the wind.
no chains to hold them far apart
or to break their special bond.
Free at last.

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Copyright Angie

shaking in the dark
crying in the shadows
a girl picks up the blade
she stares at it, mesmerized
feelings and thoughts-overwhelming
she can’t be strong anymore
too tired, too jaded
all she wanted was a good life
but what she got wasn’t right
she recollects her past
can’t get over it
shaking in the dark
crying in the shadows
a girl slides the blade across her throat
blood flowing in the dark
dead girl in the shadows

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Copyright Angie

confusion surrounding me
what world is this?
pain searing
is this really real?
when do i give up and let go
should i try?
try for what?
what are we waiting for
hearts breaking
where the fuck am i?
distorted images
of a life not lived
reckalections of past strife
slowly digging my grave
what have i become
a catatonic neurotic mess
i may have lost the battle
but i’ll win the war

One Tear Fell

Copyright Angie

One tear fell
now the blood will flow
innocence of the past
light into dark
One tear fell
all the world glows red
from my skin flows crimson
relieving me of hate
One tear fell
into my heart was sheathed
the knife that cut so cruelly
darkness steals the light
One tear fell

 

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