Death Prone

by Rachielle   Nov 25, 2005


She never sits alone at lunch
She is always followed by a bunch
She is surrounded
Sometimes even crowded
But it never fills the emptiness
And never gets rid of her loneliness
She walks through the hall
Not wanting to be there at all
She wonders is anyone would miss her is she dies
The when the demons got inside her mind
She knows what she needs to do
The sad thing is no one knew
So when she goes home tonight
Right after she turns off the bedroom light
She will take the gun to her head
In moments notice she will be dead
Her parents jump out of bed
They see her head full of lead
All they can do is cry
And wonder why she would want to die
She was never alone
Yet she was still death prone

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  • 18 years ago

    by PURE HEART

    Very nicely written. good job dear
    keep writing
    bharti

  • 19 years ago

    by firexflys

    Nice job i like the flow, keep up the good work