Not All Pain Is Visable
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Last published Sat, Nov 3, 2012
A poem I wrote after a boy in my school committed suicide. I wrote this so people would know that you can't always see how someone truely feels. This is for you Nate, fly high. You will never be forgotten and will always be loved. <3
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.
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