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Friday, June 16, 2006

   So Many Unsaid Things - poem
When I walk into your room,

I’m always sent out.

When I sit on your bed,

I’m always told to stand.

When I talking to your friends,

You call me a cow.

Are we really sisters?



So many unsaid things,

As I close my bedroom door.

As I lie on my bed,

And slip into depression even more.

So many unsaid things,

I have never told you.

Are we really sisters?



At school I’m alone,

As you’ve taken all my friends

I watch from the darkness,

As you receive things I never did.

When they’re under your spell,

They are no longer MY friends.

Are we really sisiters?



So many unsaid things,

As I close my bedroom door.

As I lie on my bed,

And slip into depression even more.

So many unsaid things,

I have never told you.

Are we really sisters?



As I sit as the desk,

You come down the stairs.

When you kick and scream,

I get abused by you.

You’ll never realise how deep,

Your words cut into me.

Are we really sisters?



So many unsaid things,

As I close my bedroom door.

As I lie on my bed,

And slip into depression even more.

So many unsaid things,

I have never told you.

Are we really sisters?



Life is a maze of hurt and pain.

Many mishaps and fights,

That has broken my wings.

I long to fly away and at some point,

Kick your ‘ass’!

Are we really sisters?



So many unsaid things,

As I close my bedroom door.

As I lie on my bed,

And slip into depression even more.

So many unsaid things,

I have never told you.

Are we really sisters?



I’m not as weak as someone else,

I’m not as strong as some.

But when I look straight into your eyes…

I see nothing…

We are on longer sisters…



So many unsaid things,

As I close my bedroom door.

As I lie on my bed,

And slip into depression even more.

So many unsaid things,

I have never told you.

We are no longer sisters…



So many unsaid things,

As I close the house door.

As I call the nearest cab,

And drive off along the road.

When a car coming off the motorway,

Hits the passenger side where I am sat.

So many unsaid things,

I can now never tell you.

Now you’re the only sister!
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