She feels no pain as her blood slowly hits the ground, She is hurt because no one cared to stick around.
She has a sad story she is a broken doll, she has bin through hell and back...she has seen it all.
She's lost and confused and she's drowning in blood and tears, she is still screaming out but sadly no one hears.
She puts down the blade and grabs the gun, she raises it to her head and whispers "sorry,I'm done."
Her mom and dad come home sadly to see, there poor baby has ended her life. There poor baby Emily.
By: Jasmine Amor Candler
