shards of the heart

nine; blood-stained roses

Dear Esther,

I remember,
How you had saved me from them

Since the first day I lived,
I've been shoved away,
Bullied and isolated;
Even by my own family

My mother had left when I was small,
My father never addressed me as his own child,
Anthea didn't really care then

When you first entered school,
You changed my life,
And I finally had,
A true friend

Someone who actually cared about me,
Someone whom I could share fun times with

You erased my dark past,
And replaced it with laughter,
Wide and vast

But now,
All that's left of you,
Are memories
Those that I will keep,
For as long as I shall live

Why did damn cancer,
Do this to you?

You had suffered,
So much pain
Yet you were strong,
And never blamed the world in disdain

Unlike me,
Always unlike me,
The girl who's looks are just macabre

I'm gripping tightly onto these white roses,
Their stalks entwined around my forlorn fingers,
As their prickly thorns slowly cut into my tender hands,
And crimson gushes out like a bloody river

The pure roses,
Are now smeared with dark scarlet,
Slowly withering,
Screaming of my ripped heart,

A tragic piece of destroyed art.

Quinn