Schreiben Article: I Raised Myself Not To Cry**sniffle**

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posted by VampirePrinsess

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 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!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never sagte good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, 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 older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I Liebe him very much,
And please tell Chris; 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 Zeigen 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 deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a 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. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if Du 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, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to Abbrechen the date.
I Liebe Du Mommy, I always have, I know; Du know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I Liebe you."

***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if Du would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if Du could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If Du 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 Du have 2 choices,
1) Repost and Zeigen people Du care
2) Ignore it and Du have just proven Du are a heartless mole

Problematic129, Nice-Guy and 29 others like this

Dearheart I kinda wish there was a third option. When I read this a while back, I admit it was sad and touching (despite the fact that the poetry wasn't the greatest, lol), but it's been passed around SO many times and become so, [i]so[/i] cliche that...well, I guess I'm a "heartless mole" now. :-/ Go ahead and bash me if you want. *never really appreciated chain-email-guilt-trips to begin with...* EDIT: Woah. Uses the word "Mommy" way too much, lol. 24 times! Sheesh! "Mommy blah blah blah mommy blah blah blah mommy mommy MOMMY blah blah blah..." Wow, I feel really mean now... *laughs nervously*

Sweet_Pants It is sad, but doesnt change my opinion on it. I always thought there was another way, as all.

VampirePrinsess Well if its ur option than its ur opinio so i cant blame u........

BrittanyAM It was beautful but sad it made me cry and no i cant pass it on cuz i'm too shy i would if i wasn't shy and no that dosen't make me a (heartless mule) cuz i wouldn't pass it on but it will all ways been in my heart and stay there (forever)!!!!!!

Cammie This has really saddened me, both the poem and the smart-arse heartless comments from some. Cliche? That's a really friggin interesting word to describe innocent people being slaughtered by wackos. Thank you for posting this.

Twilightzook I agree with BrittanyAM.

Cinders This is a chain letter. Touching as it may or may not be, it is not original work. Soapboxes are meant for original poetry and writing, not for chain letters. If you want to post this in the forums of a more appropriate spot, than I fully support that, but I don't think it belongs here if it isn't original work. I'm sorry to be blunt, but I'm getting really tired of seeing so many people posting chain letters and unoriginal work as soapboxes. MajorDork got a lickin' for doing that, and at the time I supported it, but if you only enforce a law sometimes, it's not fair to the people who suffer the consequences if others can get away with it.

SkyHedgehog that was beautiful

Heya WOW

inexplicable ... so sad...

Jakeluvr101 Whoa that wa so amazing i luvd it

twibabe2 it was woundful love it

HecateA its nice, but I think some of the beauty of the work gets taken out of it when you say things like "tell my daad I wont go to the zoo", "tell Chris I had to cancel the date" and "tell my teacher I won't be going to class today".

dramarama That was beautiful...made me cry. People today have a very odd interpretation of the word cliche. It may be a recycled theme, but feelings can never be cliche. btw people have used the word cliche so much lately that it in itself has become 'cliche'.

EmzLovesCheryl This is beautiful, it made me want to cry.

ladycountry omg it's so sad.i like it

PoweredKaoru that was sad, and since it says mommy so much it sounds like a little kid(around 5-9) is saying it, which makes it even more sad.

luna-lefright wow how sad!!!!!

krissynaytowhow wow thats thesadest thing i ever heard well not as sad as my grampas funeral

hotlia Awww

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