Final Day

She felt it in her throat,
She felt it in her heart,
She felt it in her stomach,
She was torn apart.

He had left her,
Feeling so low,
Why he left her,
She didn't know.

She cut in deep,
To ease the pain,
But it didn't stop,
It just shot through every vein.

With the blood from her tattered wrists,
She wrote upon the wall,
"...He did this to me,
He caused all of this..."

She took the razor once more,
And kissed the shiny blade,
Said goodbye to the world,
And a beautiful suicide she made.

As she lay there dying,
Her best friend walked in,
She ran as fast as she could,
But the razor blade did win.

In a pool of blood and tears,
Is were she did remain,
Until the ambulance turned up,
And her parents finally came.

The day of the funeral,
Everyone was there,
Even the one who did this,
The one who didn't care.

He walked up to the casket,
And held her pale hand,
With the only breath he had left,
He done his last errand.

He told her he loved her,
And how he couldn't stay,
How he needed to be with her,
And next to her he'd lay.

He pulled her out,
And lay her on the grassy bed,
Lay down next to her,
And shot himself down dead.

No one knew why he did it,
But it was an obvious thing,
He really did love her,
It wasn't just a fling.

Why he left her no one knew,
But it was obvious how he felt,
It had finally overtook him,
And justice was now dealt.

They lay together side by side,
Buried in the same way,
The way they wouldn't have wanted it,
Until the final day.

By Jessica Morgan, Aged 15.
20th March 2007