The Unforgotten.

by -x-Ruthie-x-   Apr 11, 2004


She sits alone,
Feeling seduced by the world around her,
Driven insane by the voices in her head,
She's a darkened heart.

Her pain inflicted by her crimson wound,
Screams of pain deep within herself,
Tears staining her pale cheek.

Her path of demise calling to her.
Her body lay motion-less on the floor,
The words 'Goodbye' repeating constantly in her head,
Now her life is but a distant dream.

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  • 20 years ago

    by -x-Ruthie-x-

    Well, Recently a friend of mine passed away.. It's kind of dedicated to her really.. Because she was going through tough times and things.. I must admit this isn't one of my best poems.. But it gets the message across really.. =)