Her best friend.

by TRACES OF MY HEART   Jun 27, 2008


She sits in her room all alone.
Shattered glass, a broken phone.
A previous fight left her in tears,
her fathers voice is all she can hear.
The yelling, the cursing, it left her so hurt,
The dark red stain on her long sleeved shirt.
And people wonder why her life had to end,
No one there and the blade...
her best friend.

DON'T STEAL.

Felicia D.

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  • 12 years ago

    by TRACES OF MY HEART

    Thank you (:

  • 15 years ago

    by mandy

    That was beautiful, I love the emotion and heart put into it. Great poem, keep writing, 5/5.

    -mandy

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