As i wonder through my sisters things i think about her suicide:
a locked door
a broken mirror
a rusty razor
a towel stained red
a folded note
and a young girl lies there dead
our emotions tangled
the room began to twirl
she was not only my best friend
but mommy perfect angel
and daddy's little girl
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this is a poem i would like to dedicate to my sister Mia who died last year on this date so i thought i should write a poem for her so please comment and vote and if you got a chance could you read my other poems it would be much appreciated
thanks
