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Tell Me Why
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Tell Me Why |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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The door closes. I sit down in the chair. I didn't want to see you, but I had no choice. I want to ask you one question, I want a straight answer from you. Not the *stuff you told the police, I want the truth. They bring you in in handcuffs. They sit you across from me. You have the same tired look on your face. You're not smiling anymore. I don't understand. You were smiling on the news. You were proud of what you did. You didn't care that you hurt us. You only wanted Martha for yourself. But that still doesn't explain, why you chose to take Jesica's life too. I have one thing to ask you now, just one more question for you. Tell me why, why did you kill her? Tell me why, why did you hurt my friend? Tell me why, why did you do that to her? Tell me why, would you do it again? You ended the smile, the one that never went away. You took the wonder, out of those blue eyes. You took the person, who would hug people in the hall. And make fun of teachers with me, and laugh and chat with me. We used to talk about boys, and we'd talk about the future. She wanted to get married, and have three children. But you ended that too. Did you know that she had dreams? Did you know that she loved life? Did you know that she fought so hard to live? Did you even care? Just tell me why. Why did you kill her? Why did you hurt her like that? Why did you want her dead? I never wanted to see you, and now I never want to see you again. I get up and I leave, and as I turn to go you say "wait". "It wasn't supposed to be like that" you say, "It wasn't supposed to happen" that's not the why I was looking for, and I'm still waiting for you, to tell me why. this hasn't happened yet, but it could and I want to know why. Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself. That's what I live by. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
he would never tell you....don't let this eat you up.....this hurts to read. I had a friend killed too. she was the most bubbly sweet and funny girl, you'd ever want to know....she had a way of drawing people to her....and her smile could lite up the night sky.....I still miss her....but God wanted his angel home.....there will never be any other answer good enough.....hugs to you  ~SEA |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
I loved what Sea said... But God wanted His angel home. Wow.. beautiful words. Allysa, this poem is so sad. It hurts so much to think that something like this could happen. Nothing like this has hit home before. I hope it never does. *hugs* I hope things look up. I hope this never comes close to happening... it would be so heart wrenching to even think about... nicely done, and thanks for sharing this with us. --Marie You think yourself a failure, but perhaps the biggest loss is winning. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
He gave the police a why. he told them it was because she was disrespectful to him. But he was always mean to her and he tried to replace her father who died when she was like eight and he was always messing around with her and her cousin, like touching them when they slept and stuff. It wasn't right.  Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself. That's what I live by. |
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Spice Senior Member
since 2001-04-13
Posts 1266Resting in my cardboard box. |
Man Allysa...The emotion in this one is overwhelming. So sad and bitter. To be honest- I'd probably feel the exact same way. I'd forever wonder why. Maybe you should go see him and ask him- Perhaps it will ease your mind the SLIGHTEST bit in that area. Though- nothing will ever erase the pain. This is one of my favs of your writing so far. A wonderful free-verse. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Geesh, I really hope you are ok with this though. Very strong and powerful stuff here in the poem. Good luck with all of that. *hugs*  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
I've thought about going to see him, but I know that if I were ever in the same room as him, I would go rage filled and want to kill him. I've thought about writing him a letter, and so far that's not so bad. if the jail place could arrange a way where I wouldn't have to see him to talk to him, that might be okay, but by the sound of his voice I could go rage filled again and want to kill him, just knowing that he lied. He said he was still in love with Martha. you don't kill people you're in love with. you just don't. But letter writing, well, I haven't found a problem with that yet. Thanks Dopes! Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself. That's what I live by. |
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