Gone

by Traci   Nov 20, 2004


Her legs were crossed
knees were locked,
and eyes in a deep stare
slowly filling with tears
scared of what to come
scared of what had passed
stuck in a place many fear
hoping to escape the pain
she slits her wrists and
hits the vain
her legs grow weak and
her eyes grow small,
her fears are gone

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