Whipsered Thoughts..xx

She lays in her bed
With darkness surrounding,
She feels almost dead,
She hears thunder sounding.

The room lights up
As lightning speeds through the sky,
She curls up,
Waiting to die.

The wind it howls
A whispering sound,
A muder most foul,
Has just been found.

Her wrists are cut,
Blood everywhere,
Shes out of luck,
To much to bear.

The wind it whispered
deep in her head,
If she hadn't heard,
She wouldn't be dead...

Sorry it isn't good i cant write poetry!!! xx