A locked door,
a rusty razor,
a towel stained with red.
A folded note,
a broken mirror,
and young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions tangle,
the room begins to swirl.
She was Mommy's perfect angle,
and Daddy's little girl.
~~My Last Poem...You may get the news....Bye everyone, I love you all...~~ Alana
