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by {Ms. Felicia} Nov 20, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She was so scared And didn’t know why, What was happening? Was she about to die? Lying there helplessly, White bright lights upon her Blue blankets, white sheets Green curtains covering her Silence was around People out of sight, Her memory is gone, Blinds closed, no sunlight Tubes hanging out of her hands Stitches all over her body Blood dripping down, Its cold, chills up her spine No flowers around Just a bowl of soup She tried to talk but, Necks cut to What happened? What did she do? How did she get there? Is this her goodbye? Doesn’t anyone want to see her? Or is she hidden away, Covered by one more lie, Like every other day of her life Lying there trying to remember, Slowly she drifts away, Into a deep dream, Never to see, the newborn day. Cutting is a way people relive them selves but it can lead to death stop a friend in need there’s other ways around it. In memory of Ashley © Felicia Couture 2004
