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I'm Sorry, Mom

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Bunny
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since 05-13-2000
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0 posted 05-13-2000 11:22 PM       View Profile for Bunny   Email Bunny   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bunny

I went to my room, Mom, I thought that I could hide.
They told me I was dumb, Mom, and didn't stop there.
It really hurt me, Mom, thier words sliced my soul.
I didn't provoke it, Mom, I remembered what you taught.

I was in the right, Mom, so why do they come after me?
Now I am crying, Mom, wondering what to do.
As I sit here on my bed, Mom, I think there is no hope.
Because of all those awful words, Mom, I feel I cannot cope.

The choice that I have made, Mom, reflects in no way your love.
You were my peace, Mom, an angel from above.
But those kids at school, Mom, they are the ones to blame.
Maybe this will teach them, Mom, not to point and laugh.

I'm clutching the blade now, Mom, not managing to speak.
And as thier words flow over me, Mom, my mind begins to cloud.
They probably would be sorry, Mom, to know why I am dead.
Once they hear the news, Mom, they'll wish they were kind instead.

Why do kids taugnt, Mom, it has burned out my whole life.
The pain is too much, Mom, and I'm afraid I can't take it any longer.
I have to end it here, Mom, or else I live in fear.
I'm very sorry, Mom, but now the deed is done.

I'm bleeding very badly, Mom, I wish you were here to make it better.
My breath is  getting shorter now, Mom, I cannot think at all.
I see the knife and the blood, Mom, help me, what have I done?

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WolfsMate
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since 01-14-2000
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1 posted 05-13-2000 11:28 PM       View Profile for WolfsMate   Email WolfsMate   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for WolfsMate

A powerful and heart breaking verse.

 "You never have to worry...Never fear for I am near"
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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since 08-26-99
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northern mountains, Idaho


2 posted 05-13-2000 11:33 PM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

You know why this poem cuts through my heart?  Because the kids at school taunted me as well.  Taunted me to the point, that I never was able to regain my sense of worth - if I didn't measure up to those girls, I was worth nothing - oh, man.

All these years later, I need to tell you - in the long run, you have to tell yourself that they are all crazy.  That their opinions are those of self-centered little toads.  That they think of nothing but themselves.

How I wish I had known not to listen to them.  That I had not internalized their taunting.  I've struggled against it all my life.

And one thing I need to tell you.  If you died, not one of those stupid kids would give it one thought.  Not one would care for a second.  Translation: YOU are important!  YOU matter!  THEY don't.  Take your own special self into a gold-lined room inside your mind, and keep her safe and treasured.  Take along all the little parts of you that you know are special.  Take along every little piece of your inner soul that you know is caring, and tender, and loving.  And lock them up in safety.  Never let anyone drop any bombs on them.  They are you.  You are special.  You matter.
~ ~ ~
If you ever want to e-mail a kindred soul who was tormented in school, I'd welcome your letter.  mountainrecluse@yahoo.com
~ ~ ~
Take care.  I care.
~ ~ ~



 The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.

 
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