Symbolic deathThe blood on the floorThe screams of painA smirk across her faceBut why you say?This girl has beenPushed to farShe's been beatenThreatenAnd so much more.Her seemingly happy faceNow riddled with bloodWho's life did she take?Why, she took her own.
DeathTears drip from my facesalt stains my skinmy anger growswith the drip drop of salty tears."Why me?"I always ask myself"Why do I always have to be abused?"I am not alone,I know,but I am the lone victimof a long lasting vendetta,a hatred that I have long since had.The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darkeranger fills my veinsas I hold up a knife.A voice screams "KILL!"and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"As I drop the knifeI fall to my knees,and sob silently.All the people I hold dearare to far away.I have nobody,not a person near,that can help me.Please,oh please,help me stay safe.My