Kk it's been a while since I've written a poem. I want to thank the people that read My Daddy Hates Me. So I guess I'll stop gabbing and get to my poem. These are fake characters...
I Hate That No One Understands my PAIN!!
I am Sarah Marie Mack
I hate that what I have done I can't take back
When I look at the last few months of my life I wish there were some things that I could change.
I look at the pop up add on my Facebook page that says your friend has sent you something cool.
I click the add and before my eyes I see a sight that is plastered with hate mail on the walls."
"Sarah is a______" fill in the blank every word in the book was used
I hate that the internet makes me feel so abused.
I look at the chat window that popped up from a group I was in.
I looked at the message and the face that goes with it.
Marnie Anne.... You are a *****' stay away from my boyfriend.
I don't reply because by now I'm used to it.
I shut down my PC and crawl in the bed.
My phone rings an unknown number.
I pick it up with a cautious hello.
Kill you.
I heard a male voice say.
I crawled under my blankets and prayed for escape.
The next morning I had 87 text messages.
All of them said Kill You
I went down the hall to the bathroom, where I made my decision.
My mother takes sleeping pills for insomnia.
I grabbed 8 of them and downed them with a cup of water.
A few minutes later I blacked out
The next thing I remember is a doctor prodding at my skull.
My mother was furious.
SUICIDE IS FOR COWARDS AND QUITTERS I RAISED NEITHER\
Mom they sent me text messages
I handed her my phone which i had on me when I passed out.
She went through the 80 something text messages that were previously sent to me.
Her mouth gaped open and she went to the security guard that happened to be with his daughter for the same reason.
He looked at the text messages and filed a report
He traced the texts back to a group of people and they were expelled from school and in some deep trouble.
Now my mother keeps a close eye on me until the doctor is sure I am over my spell
And I am still in school and a lot of therapy.
If my mother hadn't caught me
I would not be telling this story today.
This not real, but it happens EVERYDAY,could you imagine being responsible for someones death, suicide at that. I bet you couldn't live a day with that on your sholders...
A few of my very close friends thought about suicide.... Each one worse then the next... One succeded and their sister found them... Think befor you speak don't be the cause, be the solution. Help someone out...
