One late crisp fall night a young girl hung from the ceiling in her room, usually on a late night like this she would've opened a small box she had hidden under her bed, it use to be a beautiful white laced box, although now it was a red but not just any red it was a deep dark and painful red, in the box all her secrets layed, the box countained several different items that she had acquirered all looked different all were from diffrent places and from different things but they were all for one purpose to cut deep into her beautiful pale skin till blood ran like a river from her small delicate wrists, the girls skin was as pale and as cold as the winter her long blond curls were hanging in her face and her sky blue eyes had lost all sign of life. Some may say she died in that room, on that late night in fall but that's not true, her body died that night, but her soul had died long ago.
1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
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Vita et morte
Poetry" Vita et Morta" means Life and Death, and that's what my poems are about, our lives and our deaths. The Bible verses at the end of my poems are to show that there is hope and love in God and that we matter to him and since my poems don't offer tha...
