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Tracy H
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I just kinda wrote it on a whim. It doesn't relate to me at all.
Notebook
The notebook lay open, going untouched.
The girl walks away from her one comfort.
The notebook was always her best friend when times were hard.
The only thing that could understand her.
The only thing that went without criticism.
It didn't tell her to find help.
It only listened.
Listening is the greatest medicine to pain.
But instead, most people think advice is the best cure.
Other people don't understand exactly what is going on.
Nor will they ever understand.
It is your pain, and your pain alone.
The girl walks back to the notebook, then next day.
She feels empty.
Or worse, used.
She pucks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
She walks to her desk, and finds her hidden razor blade.
She had turned to cutting, the most painful of methods.
She walks back to her notebook.
She slices up her arm, and lets the blood run free.
It drips onto the clean, white pages of the trusting notebook.
She hides the razor blade, and walks away.
Pretending like nothing's happened.
Someone knew something was wrong.
They looked in her notebook, only to find white paper.
Nothing written.
Only a few words, here or there, that was cut off mid sentence.
After turning a few pages, they begin to see a couple of red spots.
More and more red spots, until it is the only thing on the now red page.
They start screaming, screaming and running.
The run into the bathroom, only to see her lifeless body on the tile.
The white tile, now red.
Stains that never disappear.
Red water everywhere. Running out of the room, down the hall.
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
And that's the end. It's supposed to cut off like that. My friend didn't understand it at first, so I'll tell you the reason of the ending in case you didn't understand.
The part that says
She picks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
Then the end,
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
It cut off mid sentence. Get it?
Sorry, I was thinking of people who wouldn't get it like my friend. If you already understood it, I hope you didn't read all that. Anyways, what do you think?
Notebook
The notebook lay open, going untouched.
The girl walks away from her one comfort.
The notebook was always her best friend when times were hard.
The only thing that could understand her.
The only thing that went without criticism.
It didn't tell her to find help.
It only listened.
Listening is the greatest medicine to pain.
But instead, most people think advice is the best cure.
Other people don't understand exactly what is going on.
Nor will they ever understand.
It is your pain, and your pain alone.
The girl walks back to the notebook, then next day.
She feels empty.
Or worse, used.
She pucks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
She walks to her desk, and finds her hidden razor blade.
She had turned to cutting, the most painful of methods.
She walks back to her notebook.
She slices up her arm, and lets the blood run free.
It drips onto the clean, white pages of the trusting notebook.
She hides the razor blade, and walks away.
Pretending like nothing's happened.
Someone knew something was wrong.
They looked in her notebook, only to find white paper.
Nothing written.
Only a few words, here or there, that was cut off mid sentence.
After turning a few pages, they begin to see a couple of red spots.
More and more red spots, until it is the only thing on the now red page.
They start screaming, screaming and running.
The run into the bathroom, only to see her lifeless body on the tile.
The white tile, now red.
Stains that never disappear.
Red water everywhere. Running out of the room, down the hall.
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
And that's the end. It's supposed to cut off like that. My friend didn't understand it at first, so I'll tell you the reason of the ending in case you didn't understand.
The part that says
She picks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
Then the end,
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
It cut off mid sentence. Get it?
Sorry, I was thinking of people who wouldn't get it like my friend. If you already understood it, I hope you didn't read all that. Anyways, what do you think?
