All Fall DownA Poem by Andreateenage suicide
Ring around the children's necks.
A coffin filled with roses. Ashes, ashes we all fall down. Words started as a whisper, but then spread much like the plague, til all were screaming suicide and the blood flowed just like tears. A noose within the closet. A hand gun in the bible. A razor in the vanity. We all fall down. Last words linger amongst the corpses. These contagious thoughts are deadly. It's for the fame, it's for the love that these sick kids choose to die. "Gather around and notice me and bury me with roses". Ashes, ashes, they all fall down. © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 1, 2012Last Updated on April 1, 2012 Tags: suicide teenage death issue Author
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