FREE

by Risty   May 16, 2006


Pitiful and lonely
she sits in her room quietly crying tears of hatred
Her swollen beating face barred in her dirty hands
Her lonely heart
Beating slowly
As blood rushes from her wrist
Washing away the way
The pain of betrayal
The pain of loss and sorrow
Everyone shes every cared about taken away
Her life is like a nightmare that she cant wake up from
Her heart beats slower
Like a softly played drum
For a moment
Time stands still
Flash backs of her pitiful life, flashes before her blackened eyes
As the seconds roll by
The blood pours on
And slowly her limp body falls to the floor
A note lies beside her blood drenched boy
The note reads
"To everyone who has ever done me wrong"
Her soul is lifted and carried away to another place
A place were she can finally be happy
And no longer have to live through the tortures she once embraced
After years of torment
She's finally
FREE.

RISTY ANN

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  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    Wow. This was sad. Good though. I liked how you used the term 'free' That was cool! Keep up the great work. 5/5

    `taleee xx