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by Someone special.. Apr 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The red substance dripping to the ground Drip Drip Her body hanging lifelessly with out a sound Drip Drip The note pinned to her neat white dress Drip Drip Her eyes are closed, she looks at rest Drip Drip The door opens and somebody screams Drip Drip Looks up at the girl, tries to cut the seams Drip Drip Tries to tidy up the gash across the pale girls wrist Drip Drip Then takes her down and hides her, no more risk Drip Drip She is gone and forgotten in a locked dark place Drip Drip All because she had a scar right across her face The dripping has stopped now The body dead and gone The pool of blood on the floor Would you think this was wrong?
by Someone special..
PLease comment on my poems thank you!