by chrisitna Jan 7, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
As i look into the mirror i see a little girl with tears rolling down her face and long deep cuts on her wrists because of all the pain that she holds inside of her it seems like no one likes her so she sits up at night and wonders why one day she got really tired of crying and acting happy at school so she grabes out a gun and there she layes in a puddle of blood with her hands with a note laying next to her saying sorry but i couldnt take this pain anymore thats the girls life story |
That was so sad but really good. hope ur ok, great poem. im here to listen if u want xx |