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Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
why did you die?
why did you make me cry?
why is your blood splattered on the wall?
why wont you hear me when I call?

My last breath was taken from me
yet it was you who was the one who died
you were a part of my destiny
your heart and mine were entwined.

you were my life
you and me were one
I'm broken and defeated
now that your gone.

i will never understand your suicide
as i stand in the bathroom where you died
and when i said I'm okay i know i lied
and this I'll prove as i take this cyanide
I wrote this fictional piece aged 18. I wanted to highlight the emotions around someone constantly questioning why their loved one commited suicide. And not coping well without their loved one.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
freedom comes with the highest price/i paid for my sanity with my blood

i once was a nice child
so innocent and kind
i was polite and friendly
the nicest girl you'd ever find

I'd clean up my room
and put all my toys away
I'd smile and be ecstatic
when grandma came to play

when mother came home
I'd give her a kiss
make her a cup of tea
and tell her she was missed

everything was brilliant
life was so great
until mother brought home a boyfriend
someone I'd grow to hate

u see he was friendly towards me
gave me gifts as well
but when no one was around
he made my life hell

now for the sake of my dignity
i will not say what he did to me
lets just say he caused me pain
and eventually almost drove me insane

so now to ease the terrible pain
i pick up my knife and slit open a vein
i bandage my wounds and lick up the blood
i know i shouldn't cut myself but the pain makes me feel good

and i know blood is a high price to pay
just to take my pain away
but at least when i watch my life drain away from me
i can heal myself for today and keep hold of my sanity

until the next day comes
and I'm left all alone
crying on the floor
in the place i call home

Because i lost the battle
i was trying to win
my demons beat me
so i gave in

and tomorrow mom when you get out of bed
thinking I'm asleep, sweet dreams filling my head.
you'll see blood on the sink and blood on the door
and me lying dead on the bathroom floor

And there will no suicide note to explain the reason why
I really felt like I had to die
although written on the wall and the mirror too
will be ' I'm a human not a zombie and i don't love you'
Hated my mom as a kid and was also hurt by her 2nd boyfriend. Felt so disconnected from the world.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
Load a gun
**** it back
go get drunk
Then dress in black

Write a note to say goodbye
Then shoot myself between the eyes.
Aged 15 i believe i wrote this. I had depression a lot back then.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
I hate you
You hate me
We're a ****** up family

With a great big smack
and a kick from me to you
Wont you admit you hate me too?
Inspiration- Aged 14 i had a fight with my mom in which she would not admit she was in the wrong. I went for a walk and started singing barneys i love you song. However i did not feel like the lyrics suited me so changed them to this ditty.
Amanda Woolley Jul 2016
Cigarettes and alcohol
and pictures of you
Lighters and money and coursework too.
I'm trying to forget but what can i do? When cigarettes and alcohol reminds me of you?
Losing someone you love and drinking and smoking to forget but drinking and smoking remind you of parties with your lost friend.

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