Her Drop

by Laura Gillespie   Mar 16, 2005


She walked out on her parents,
friends and boyfriend. She ran for 2 miles; until she stoped at a bridge. She sat down and jut thought about her life.

The bridge looked tempting to her eyes. It was an eighty foot drop, but she could have gace a damn about the drop. She feared for all that she never had or what she could have had.

She thought that if nobody knew she felt bad. Everybody always ignored her feeling ans some could only fear her. But, everyone found out fast, they'd all miss her...

Ther jump was long and hard. The death of her was worse. She would never find out special she really was....

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  • 19 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Death only brings more pain more suffering .So sad Im cryinwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa