There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day...
If I unfold the fabric
Wraped around me...
*another really really long poem but please read...
She walks around school...
I'm trying not to show it
Because I don't want them to know...
It's hard to grasp the feeling
And I want to know what's wrong...
I'm hurting so much
And no matter how hard I try...
Yes, mom, I did something bad,
Just last night I cut...
I see a white rose crushed to desporation,
I see a dead dove and find no variation...
Sometimes the hurt
eclipses the heart...
Shes sitting in the corner,
looking at him looking at some girl...
Lying motionless on the ground
Blood dripping down her arm...
She walks in the room;hand in pocket, heart on...
She sits silently and then looks at me...