Last Confess

She was only 15,
Way to young to die,
But felt she had no reason to live,
Without him by her side.

He was her heart and soul,
She loved him so very much,
But he left her,
He betrayed her trust.

It was nearly a month,
Since that awful day,
The day that he left her,
The day he went away.

She couldn't take it any longer,
She needed to end her life,
She sneaked into the kitchen,
And picked up the knife.

She wrote a little letter,
Telling every not to be sad,
How she couldn't bare it,
How she felt so bad.

"...Through everything I know,
That we were meant to be,
But since you tore my soul apart,
I hope you live in misery..."

"...I love you mum and dad,
I hope you understand,
Why I took my life,
Why I felt so bad..."

"...Please don't cry,
Be happy I'm out of pain,
I'm so much happier now,
One day I will see you again..."

She took hold of the knife,
And stabbed it through her heart,
Just what he had done to her,
He tore her heart apart.

She was found the next day,
In her pool of blood,
Laying there seemingly happy,
In her red flood.

The note lay beside her,
In her bloody mess,
The reason she had done this,
Her heart filled last confess.

By Jessica Morgan Aged 15.
19th March 2007