*~*~*~*Tabatha*~*~*~*

I knew this girl,
Who had this thing.
This thing was mighty odd.
It wasn't a talent,
It's wasn't a game,
It was a problem.
The problem was mental,
The problem was physical,
The problem was real.
She was always down,
She was always depressed,
She never ate,
She never talked,
She didn't like people.
I later learned,
Since I was new to the school,
That she didn't not like the people,
They didn't like her.
They made her cry,
They made her feel ugly.
She had a deformed right index finger,
And a disorder,
A disorder that could never be treated,
Just controlled.
A disorder that controlled her,
A disorder called Hypothyroidism.
She kept to herself,
Never saying a word.
Never had a single friend,
When we were growing up.
They taunted her
With all of her fears.
All of everyone's fun
Was brought by her tears.
They made fun of her,
Saying she won't be any good.
She is just a waste of valuable space.
Later, after we got out of high school,
And gone our separate ways,
I learned that she had committed suicide.
She left a suicide note,
And this is what it said:
"Thank you all
For being MY FRIEND.
Thank you all
For BELIEVING IN ME.
I am SOOO LUCKY to have had
Such GREAT FRIENDS like YOU.
I am glad you treated
ME with RESPECT.
What am I talking about?
You all HATED me.
I did nothing to you,
But yet YOU HATED ME!
How I WISHED and HOPED
That you would like me,
But nothing I could do would help.
I hope this will be on YOUR conscience
For all of eternity.
YOU did this.
YOU drove to DO THIS.
I PITY YOU.
God have MERCY ON YOUR SOUL!
But, God BLESS you KATHERINE WIGGES."
I was always thought
She would do something like this.
It was only a matter of time.
Someone should have heard her cries.
Someone should have helped her.
No one heard her cries,
No one helped her out.
I tried to talk to her
After our high school days.
I never got to say "I'm sorry."
I think she knew what she was doing,
Even in her troubled mind.
I know she knew I was sorry
So I know I can rest my mind,
For she blessed my soul.


Author's Note:
This poem is dedicated to all of the young and old that kill themselves over little things. It doesn't matter what kids in high school think, even if they are so mean and say nasty things, they are jealous. Many of people have killed themselves over this issue, And I almost became one of them. Katharine Wigges is a made up name, but I am Tabatha. This is an actual suicide note I wrote before I was stopped by a friend. He got me help and I still go to group therapy every Friday nights to help others with their problems. I do have a deformed right index finger, and a disorder called Hypothyroidism, and I do get made fun of all the time. I am still a sophomore in high school, but never let anyone, tell you any different then what your heart tells you.

~People walk in and out of your life, but only true friends leave footprints in your heart.

[This message was edited by Cookie Cook on 05-14-02 at 07:41 PM.]

I thought this poem was really good. I hate it how nowadays kids and people in general can be so cruel because someone is different then them. Especially if its something the other person cannot control and they get made fun of for it. I await the second part to this poem. Thanx for sharing.

~*V*~

This suicide note intrigues me, I never saw a suicide not where the person goes in to such detail about why in depth. I find teenagers to be a bunch of arrogant assholes. (Star crossed Fate) Check that poem out.I feel your pain. Me being a teenager, I offer you a shoulder to cry on.

"Dont forget God won't judge you on how other people think of you and treat you, but on how you treat them."

Stay strong, committed. Show them who you are. Life is rain and sunshine all our days. God bless, stay you, true beauty is not skin deep. Life supposedly gets much better, I think you know it will... Reach for the stars

I'm so sorry, I never knew that you ever were going to committ suicide. It really broke my heart to read this and especially the authors note at the end... Please whatever you do if you ever even think of hurting yourself or killing yourself talk to me I will be there for you... You are a good friend and I don't ever want to lose you as my friend. PLEASE you have no idea how hard this hit me...

I love you as my friend! I know what it is like to get made fun of... I know so much what it feels like, but you have to block out the bad don't care what other people think of you, Remember the people that do love you and REMEMBER that God loves you and he always will!!!! Don't hurt the people that do love you! Highschool is rough once it's over things will get a lot better!
You are a GREAT person and I will continue praying for you every night!!! Thanks for sharing!

I really enjoyed the extension to your poem, in its whole. I'm glad you never decided to commit suicide. If you need someone to talk to you can e mail me, or instant message me whenever. I am also a sophmore in high school, so I know the trials and tribulations. High school sux, and yes kids can be VERY VERY cruel. Makes me wanna...nevermind. If you read my "Broken Smile" poem, you'll know. But anyways, my offer still stand if you ever want to talk. Take care.

~*V*~

I think your posting of not only the poem, but of the note at the end, shows your strength and your ability to overcome...and that will be your strength. Good work.

-Hellsangel

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"And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do."
Nickel back-Just For

I just wanted to thank you all who have replyed to my poems and to please check out my new ones under Slow Turtle. Thank-you all for taking the time to read my work.

When I feel down I like to whistle...It makes the neighbors dog run to the end of his chain and gag himself.

Always take time to stop and smell the flowers...then maybe someday you will inhale a bee.

Children in the dark causes accidents.
Accidents in the dark causes children.
Accidents with children in the dark causes law suits.