have a nice day sir/ma'am

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******* you douchbag!
How dare you treat me like
I'm a total idiot
How dare you call me
all those names
I'm Not as stupid as you think
*******
*******
*******
Yeah buddy well
I dont want to be talking to you
Anymore then you want to be talking to me


I hope you have a great day!

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I sincerely really truly mean it when I say have a nice day!
Thank you so much
FOr not being a ******* *****!!

I log onto the website and instantly check
did I get a message from her yet?

She is so adorable
she has such a sweet soul
How do I know this?

Through her poems
I start to get to know her
Through our breif talks
I get to understand her

She has so much potential
Her work just blows me away

So what if shes only 15?
age is just a number
Age doesnt mean a thing

She is a breath of fresh air
Brightening my day
with her excited messages
I cant help my little smile

So on here I intoduced her
knowing it will help
her already shining work
become a becon of hope

So Hey
LittleMsPink

WELCOME
TO HELLOPOETRY

:-D

From your friend
Fenix Flight

I sit beside
the old oak tree.
Blade in hand
about to make the slice
that will release my pain
if only for a few.

But then a hand rests upon mine
Freezing me to the spot.

"why do you cut?"
The owner of the hand says.
I look up to see a beautiful young girl
Probably no older then me.

"If you have to ask
Then you clearly wouldn't understand."
I say shaking her hand away.

The girl gives me a sad smile,
Lifts up her arm,
pulls back her sleeve,
revealing the skin underneath.

I just gasp
and stare.

Criss crossing scars
some old
some new
no inch of skin spared.

"I understand perfectly"
She says

"You want to stop the pain,
that's killing you inside
you want the sadness to go away."

I just stare at her
unblinking
not knowing what to say.

She sits down beside me,
leans against the tree,
lifts her face to the sky and smiles
that hauntingly sad smile.

"I'm not as bad as you
No Offense
I only do it every now and again
When the pain becomes to much
I finally say,
Wanting nothing more
then to get away.

"I use to do that too
Just here and there."
She turns to me
eyes shimmering with
unshed tears.

"But then the pain gets worse and worse
And few cuts here becomes to much
To the point where it becomes your crutch

"Please don't do it
Please Stop"

I stand up
I'd had enough
"Why should I listen to you?
You clearly haven't stopped!"

she sighs
and in that sigh I heard her pain
I heard her struggle.

"Just remember you have people who love you
They would do anything for you
Anything to help you
Lean on them
They will be your strength
When you feel like you have none left"

And with those parting words
I awoke from my sleep.
It had all been a dream.

Throughout that day
I couldn't stop seeing
Her eyes
Her smile
Hear her sigh
The heartbreaking pain
was clear in every one.

Later that night as I sat back to watch TV
My mom and dad doing their own thing
My father got out his newspaper

"Such a sad story
A young girl committed suicide last night
slit her wrists
Her little brother found her in the bathtub
She was already dead when the ambulance came"

My Blood went cold
My breath stuttering
in my chest
I rushed over to him
snatching the paper out of his hands.

And there she was
The girl from my dreams
Smiling up at me

I guess she
was trying to
save me from
her untimely fate.

[Graverobber:]
Drug market, sub-market,
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.
Blood market, love market,
Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

[Shilo:]
A little glass vial?

[Support group:]
A little glass vial.

[Graverobber:]
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.

[Support group:]
Hhh-hhh...

[Graverobber:]
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

[Support group:]
Hhh-hhh...

[Graverobber:]
And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery!

[Support group:]
Surgery!

[Amber:]
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all!

[Graverobber:]
And amber sweet is addicted to the knife.

[Shilo:]
Addicted to the knife?

[Support group:]
Addicted to the knife.

[Graverobber:]
And addicted to the knife,
She needs a little help with the agony.
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy.
And when the gun goes off,
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery.

[Graverobber and support group:]
Surgery!

You're like a drug,
A powerful, addictive pain med,
that I just can't get enough of.

You are my Zydrate,
consuming my life.
I just can't get enough of your love.

It's like a shot of Zydrate
right to my viens.

I'm hooked just like a ******,
waiting for my next fix.
I got to have you
I need to have you.

You're like my personal brand
of Zydrate.
And I wouldnt have it any other way.