Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 5, 2008

She

by Anonymous

she didnt understand

she was too confused

just so afraid

afraid to lose

her love

her friends

she thinks

it's the end

she didn't know

she didn't see

when to go

and when to leave

memories flashed

the blade ripped her wrist

her face turned

into an unimaginable twist

a tear slipped down

off her cheek

she cut again

she thought she was weak

a drop of blood hit the ground

she slit her throat

and made no sound

now her face

is black and blue

she was emo

who were you?

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