Such Sad Poems& Stories..(none were written by me)
14 years, 10 months & 28 days ago
7th Jun 2009 14:44 No girl deserves this
STUPID JERK!!!!!!!!!!!
> > > repost as 'No girl deserves this'
> > > Girl:I have to tell you something.
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> > > Boy: What?
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> > > Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm
> > > falling in love with you.
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> > > Boy: Ok...
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> > > Girl: What do you mean 'ok'?
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> > > Boy: I don't like you like that...
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> > > Girl: Why not?
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> > > Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
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> > > From then on, the girl kept asking the boy 'Why
> > > not?' whenever she saw him, and he kept answering
> > > the same answer of 'I'll tell you later.' Finally
> > > the girl got fed up.
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> > > Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like
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> > > Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
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> > > Girl: Yes!
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> > > Boy: It's because you're uglier than ANYTHING!
> > > What's the point of going out with someone when
> > > they're not pretty?!
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> > > Girl: But... I...
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> > > Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
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> > > The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone,
> > > crying her heart out... Then her cell phone rings.
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> > > Girl: Hello?
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> > > Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'l l be
> > > home from work in a few hours.
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> > > Girl: Alright Mom.
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> > > Mom: I love you.
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> > > Girl: I love you too, Mom.
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> > > Mom: Bye Bye.
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> > > Girl: Bye
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> > > The girl heads home and once she got there, she went
> > > in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
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> > > Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
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> > > She set to work, knowing fully well what she was
> > > going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and
> > > heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to
> > > find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
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> > > Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
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> > > She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The
> > > bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water
> > > was tinted red. She walked over to see what was
> > > inside and screamed. There, her little girl was
> > > lying with cuts all over her f ace and wrists. Her
> > > Mom backed away and was going to run to call the
> > > police when something caught her eye. On the mirror,
> > > am I pretty enough now?
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> > > No one deserves to be told that by someone they
> > > love. If you find it messed up then forward this to
> > > everyone you know.
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> > > A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is
> > > their heart inside of them and their personality. No
> > > one wants to be told they're not good enough...
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> > > Repost this in 5 Min or something bad will happen 2
> > > u tomorrow
ryan loves sarah .. but they cant be together the question is why?
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at school.
ryan- HEY SARAH !
sarah- umm hi
ryan- whats rong you look sad?
sarah- uhhhm nothing.
ryan- (looking into her eyes) are you sure your ok?
sarah- (getting tears) uhhhm ye ye.. (walks off)
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on msn.
ryan- hey sarah, can i tell you something?
sarah- hey ryan, uhhmm sure?
ryan- well umm, i..
sarah- (getting goose-bumps)
ryan- i..love..you =]
sarah-
. i..
ryan- continue??
sarah- i..i..
ryan- ....??
sarah- (CRYING) I DONT HAVE NO FEELING FOR YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!
ryan- :| but why you said you liked me a month ago?
sarah- (tears everywere) sorry, logs off.
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next day at school.
ryan- hey sarah , wait up! (chasing her)
sarah- RYAN ! wha-what are you doing?
ryan- wow relax i just wanted to speak to you,?
sarah- umm no sorry i got to go, !! (runs off)
ryan- sigh!
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after class.
lisa(sarahs bestfriend)- hey ryan
ryan- umm hey lisa,
ryan- whats rong with sarah she isnt the same, ?
lisa- well she told me that she likes aaron?
ryan- WHAAAT! she cant she-she said she liked me?
lisa- well she is a cheater
ryan-(goes to find sarah)
lisa- hahahahah, complete,your all mind now ryan!
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~sarah doesnt come school until
then next month...
lisa and ryan are together. and sarah doesnt no YET,
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sarah- hey lisa,
lisa- ohh what do you want.?
sarah- umm huh? i need to talk to you about ryan,
lisa- ryan doesnt like you his with me ok!!
sarah- but but NO your lying you knew i loved him, HOW CAN YOU?
lisa- haha im not lying .. you lost ur chance!
sarah- (cries) you you ..(walks off)
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on msn.
sarah- ryan ryan is it true,
ryan- what?
sarah- you and lisa , lisa and you together love?
ryan- yes good luck with aaron.
sarah- aaron :S what about him .. what are you saying..
ryan- dont act dumb,, ur not worth it your not as pretty as lisa
sarah- but but i i loved you so much
ryan- THEN WHY DID YOU SAY YOU DIDNT LIER YOUR JUST JELOUSE AND UGLY!
sarah- (cries) u just dont understand. (logs off)
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sarah runs into the bathroom ..writing a note:
to ryan,
i loved you ever since the day i met you,
but after i found out that i only had 2 months to live i didnt want to be with you because i knew you would get to sad after im out of your life forever,
but yesterday i found out that its al gone im going to live! but when i came to school i found out that you and lisa are together .. she tricked you and took you away from me thats why she was friends with me ..its sad how i found out that my bestfriend and the guy i love more then anything get together after me not coming to school for a month!,,, and now i have nothing to live for..
goodbye ryan .. i will always love you.
am i pretty enough now?
~~ (cuts herself all over)blood everywere..
- note to girls- its not worth it...
WHEN A BOY MAKES A GIRL JEALOUS
A boy liked a girl but wanted to make her jealous...
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad
song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very
alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her
house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood
her heart
had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.
She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her
note
his handwriting said:
"I loved her so, she never knew.
All this time She loved me too."
If u dont repost this in 2 minutes u will lose
the
love of
ur life and never get them back
subject it...WHEN A BOY MAKES A GIRL JEALOUS
i found another child abuse poem....i think these r really sad!!
Posted on : Monday 14 July 06:56 PM Posted by : Ashleythompson1
poem it is so sad
This girl cannot move she cannot bend, maybe child abuse will finally end!
U HAVE TO READ THIS POEM! IT IS SO SAD!
My name is Becky
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
Child Abuse
Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them
Try Not To Cry
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school.
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
Please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I have to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost Please if you would, Don't smash this on the ground. If you pass this on, Maybe people will cry, Just keep this in your heart, For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Pass this on, and show people you care, re-post as "Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are...
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
I found this somewhere,very sad
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
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