Hung at Twenty-One Years Young

Wed, 05/15/2013 - 22:06 -- saba123

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94566
United States
37° 38' 37.032" N, 121° 52' 3.5256" W

I was the oldest,
So I should’ve died first,
But now you’re buried in the ground,
At only twenty-one years young,
They say you were hung,
And now I’m listening to sad songs,
Did you hate us all that much,
That you hung yourself in a rush?
As I stare at your face,
Your skin is dull and looks like white paste,
Yet your lashes are still their natural curls.
I had always been one of those girls,
Who fawned over your blue eyes,
As if they were a carnival prize.
But now you are gone,
How am I supposed to move on?

Comments

JatorePrice

That really touched me. Hope you are better.

Karely

This is very emotional..I'm sorry for your loss..

keep writing be strong

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