Moving On

by Sheri   Nov 10, 2005


She closes her eyes
She feels the blade
She puts it up to her wrist
Slices and gets ride of the pain
The blood pours down
She doesn't’t care
Nobody does,
They were never there
Never there to help her
When she cried
Never there
Nobody at her side
So she opens her eyes and looks at the cut
She smiles weakly
Her eyes shut
She digs in deeper and deeper
Till she is gone
And when she died
She was smiling
She was moving on

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