Unseen

by Lisa Carter   May 6, 2005


Wondering around
Your soul Dyeing
Waiting to be found
It should be flying
Puddles of blood
Lay on the ground
Your eyes flood
As you linger around
At your school
Peer pressure builds
Your out of fuel
Your secrets are spilled
Your alone
Everyday
Waiting for your tombstone
You hope it is today
Nobody around
To give you hug
Nobody hears a sound
When you fall onto the rug
You slit your throat
With the knife
Your confession you wrote
That said why you ended your life
For this girl
She died at fourteen
Her life in a whirl
She left unseen

Lisa Carter

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  • Sad, but still a gorgeous piece. the title sums it up well, and i liked how it flows together. ha, i looked your poems up after seeing your post on "Whats your turn-on spot"

    ^_^

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