15 YEARS OLD
Fifteen years old made to feel like a fool.`
Isolated from friends, tormented at school.
A social out case abandoned alone.
Violence and abuse await me at home.
The only escape from my twisted reality.
An internet site called” why suffer depravity?”
Brush my hair, get dressed, wipe the sleep from my eyes.
Get Ready for school I adorn my disguise.
An average school girl not wanting too much!
Just someone to love me, someone to trust.
My unspoken anguish invisible to all that I see.
The only ones listening is the site where he would find me.
We talked every night right after school.
He made me feel good! He made me feel cool!
Words of encouragement that I wasn’t fucked up!
“Your life is your power drink from that cup”
Weeks turn to months. Our friendship grows.
The truth of who he was, he would slowly disclose.
To others his words may seem warped and deranged.
But his words were my truth they didn’t seem strange.
He would talk of others who were depressed just like me.
He had worked hard all alone to set them all free.
We arrange to meet on that cold winter night.
With my father passed out. I just slipped out of sight.
The wind bellows through our lonely back street.
I wait at the park where we are to meet.
A silhouette emerges from the dimly lit park.
No cars around. But I hear a dog bark!
The anticipation immense as the figure draws near.
He sat down beside me. Black clothes and black hair.
Such a gentle man so caring, kind and so good.
We go to his car and drive to the woods.
Car lights hit a clearing off to the side.
Remnants of bodies to tree trunks are tied.
Their faces missing, just bodies all blue.
But I know that he loves me! he told me it’s true!
He free’d them from depression that overwhelmed their whole life.
To escape all their troubles struggles and strife:
Sixteen corpse rotting at different degrees.
Unsettling at first, but he put me at ease.
A few comforting words, a gentle touch.
Then his hand moved downward, he reached for my crouch.
Aroused yet uncertain of what lay ahead.
Movement and glances, but words left unsaid.
We continue to kiss, caress and to touch.
Concerns now extinguished replaced by my lust.
The momentum increases the deed it is done.
He was my first! he was the one!
Reassuring me with kisses to my neck ,face and head.
In a soft spoken voice, telling me soon I’ll be dead.
There was sadness in his voice that reached out to me.
Understanding his pain, not wanting to flee.
Just needing to stay by the man that I love.
Stick together like hands in a glove.
We can help depressed kids who go to my school
He reminds me consumption is one of the rules.
Without hesitation I willingly comply.
I walk to a corpse and snatch out the eye.
He watches with amazement and enormous delight.
As I swallow it whole. no need to bite!
From that moment on we are like peaches and cream.
Saving the depressed from the American dream!
Isolated from friends, tormented at school.
A social out case abandoned alone.
Violence and abuse await me at home.
The only escape from my twisted reality.
An internet site called” why suffer depravity?”
Brush my hair, get dressed, wipe the sleep from my eyes.
Get Ready for school I adorn my disguise.
An average school girl not wanting too much!
Just someone to love me, someone to trust.
My unspoken anguish invisible to all that I see.
The only ones listening is the site where he would find me.
We talked every night right after school.
He made me feel good! He made me feel cool!
Words of encouragement that I wasn’t fucked up!
“Your life is your power drink from that cup”
Weeks turn to months. Our friendship grows.
The truth of who he was, he would slowly disclose.
To others his words may seem warped and deranged.
But his words were my truth they didn’t seem strange.
He would talk of others who were depressed just like me.
He had worked hard all alone to set them all free.
We arrange to meet on that cold winter night.
With my father passed out. I just slipped out of sight.
The wind bellows through our lonely back street.
I wait at the park where we are to meet.
A silhouette emerges from the dimly lit park.
No cars around. But I hear a dog bark!
The anticipation immense as the figure draws near.
He sat down beside me. Black clothes and black hair.
Such a gentle man so caring, kind and so good.
We go to his car and drive to the woods.
Car lights hit a clearing off to the side.
Remnants of bodies to tree trunks are tied.
Their faces missing, just bodies all blue.
But I know that he loves me! he told me it’s true!
He free’d them from depression that overwhelmed their whole life.
To escape all their troubles struggles and strife:
Sixteen corpse rotting at different degrees.
Unsettling at first, but he put me at ease.
A few comforting words, a gentle touch.
Then his hand moved downward, he reached for my crouch.
Aroused yet uncertain of what lay ahead.
Movement and glances, but words left unsaid.
We continue to kiss, caress and to touch.
Concerns now extinguished replaced by my lust.
The momentum increases the deed it is done.
He was my first! he was the one!
Reassuring me with kisses to my neck ,face and head.
In a soft spoken voice, telling me soon I’ll be dead.
There was sadness in his voice that reached out to me.
Understanding his pain, not wanting to flee.
Just needing to stay by the man that I love.
Stick together like hands in a glove.
We can help depressed kids who go to my school
He reminds me consumption is one of the rules.
Without hesitation I willingly comply.
I walk to a corpse and snatch out the eye.
He watches with amazement and enormous delight.
As I swallow it whole. no need to bite!
From that moment on we are like peaches and cream.
Saving the depressed from the American dream!