A presious life gonet o waste

by Heather   Jan 20, 2006


She sits by her window
And starts to cry
Because she realized
Everyone wishes she would die
You would never suspect
That she would try
Try to take her own life
Her mom begins to wonder why
Why she never asks her
To have people stay the night
Curfew is set at 10
Her mom sits in fright
As the clock strikes 12
Her mom walks in her room
And sees a note on her bed
Suddenly she hears a BOOM
She takes the note
and runs through the mud
She sees her precious daughter
Covered in blood

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