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Originally Posted by Benzjammin5
Something I came up with it. I didn't know how to format it so i apologize. Please comment.
The Invisible Ghost
Every since I was a little kid no one has ever paid attention to me.
My drunken parent’s barley acknowledged me and my siblings acted as if I was a stranger to them.
I thought at school I would at least find some friends who would give their time to me but even the nerds ignored my existence.
Maybe the teachers and councilors at school would help me and care for me? But no, they too treated me as if I was invisible, not even asking me how I felt or anything that they were paid to ask.
Finally I had had enough and one night while my parents were passed out on the couch I snuck into my dad’s sock drawer.
I took out his colt and headed to my closet. Holding the gun to my head I debated over whether I should live or die.
Finally knowing that I no longer wanted to live I pulled the trigger, but to only discover that I was already dead. |
Nice job Benzjammin5. I love poems with a twist at the end!
One typo: barley - barely....