Inspired by a book I was reading...the person didn't commit suicide, but I thought of this before I knew that. I thought maybe she did because she was suicidal earlier...
A sound, so familiar,
It hadn't happened in a long time
It was her
She was crying
I went to her door,
Where I knocked to no avail
Only to more crying
She use to cry so much, and so often
But she hadn't in a while.
What brought this on?
I walked in to find out...
(((red)))
Now I knew why she was crying
Her wrists were slit
And there was nothing anyone could do
As she left this earth
In a pool of blood.
Poetry by Marie
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Written on 2006-01-25 at 01:11
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In a pool of blood
That's when I heard itA sound, so familiar,
It hadn't happened in a long time
It was her
She was crying
I went to her door,
Where I knocked to no avail
Only to more crying
She use to cry so much, and so often
But she hadn't in a while.
What brought this on?
I walked in to find out...
(((red)))
Now I knew why she was crying
Her wrists were slit
And there was nothing anyone could do
As she left this earth
In a pool of blood.
Poetry by Marie
Read 1086 times
Written on 2006-01-25 at 01:11
Tags Suicide 
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