Spot

Here I am again, and
I'm staring at these same
four walls. Alone and forgotten.
I've been bruised and hurt, but
some how, that's not the reason
I'm bleeding. My room feels
different now. So cold and empty. Alone and broken. I still past by
the spot where we first met. I remember everything we said, and did together. So much fun and laughter. But now it only hurts....I cry myself to sleep at night, thinking about you, dreaming about you. I pasted by the same spot today....As it brought tears to my eyes, I crossed the sreet that night, thinking nothing but only you....Next thing I new I was waking up in a hospital bed only seeing people looking at me, Crying and praying. I realize I'm in a hospital bed. The nurse tells me a drunk driver ran a red light and hit me. Saying I'm lucky to be alive. Now I lie here with scars reminding me what happened that night, and what happened between us....right there....In that very same spot....

This is another poem written by my cousin Jessica. Tell me what you think and I'll tell her!