Her tears slowly caress her cheek,
Her feelings misunderstood,
Her arms go limp, her knees go weak,
Her wrists are dripping with blood.
Her body begins to shake,
Her toes begin to shiver,
Blood overtakes her sheets,
Like the water in a river.
Her fingers twitch,
she drops the blade,
And she tearfully watches,
Her life start to fade.
Completley numb,
Is now practically dead,
'I hope you bastards feel guilty'
Is the last thing she said.
Comments
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you killed her?
dying slowly?
not sure... um but this is amazing =] the rhyme is good. great write -
I'm crap at titles, or I'd offer some ideas! A very emotive piece Wizzy. Imagery strong too. Very sad narrative though :-(. You're a talented 13 year old!
Sonia X ( Aimee's mum ). -
All this swearing wench!!! Am gonna tell your mother!! LOL then kick your arse on Sunday when I see you!!!
Is all this cutting poetry to go with your goth style now eh?
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