Lost

The lines she left
Across her wrist
Were left by a knife
And a shaking fist
The drops poured down
Into a pool of crimson
In this she'll drown
Without much reason
Her life has left her
With nothing to choose
She never even had
Very much to lose
Her only possessions
Were her teddy and knife
But only aggression
Made her take her life
The knife she used
With so much vulgar
It was her best friend
Even as she grew older
But now there is nothing
Nothing left of her
She is decomposing
Under a pile of earth
The funeral was short
But very sweet
The few that loved her
Could only weep
No one knows
Why she was so sad
We just don't know
Why the end was so bad
All that we see
Is that she is gone
She's laying in peace
Her life wasn't long
She was only 15
When she killed herself
Now this poem
Will just lie on a shelf
She wasn't well known
But where she was
She is now gone
But wont be forgotten

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