"Maybe it won't matter"
She thought as the blade touched her skin
"No one will even care"
"They'll just say she couldnt win"
She ran the blade down
across her arm towards the vein
She gazed briefly out the window
To watch the falling rain
That was when the phone rang
It was her best friend
Calling just to say she cared
And that death was not the end
When she put the phone down
She layed the blade upon the table
She realized that someone cared
And that she would be able.
A contest entry
- Do They Really Care? by HopelessPoet1087.
750 points, ended February 24, 21 entries
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i really liked this poem. thank you for entering my contest, and good luck :-)
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