The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl

Poem #8

We are on fire

We are chilled in a cube of ice

We are time

And we are thrilled

We are incredibly content

We are one, molded together like a grand clay statue

As time goes on we should get grander and grow closer but

Time goes on and

We are different now

We are fading

Our flame is being blown on

We are thawing

Soon we will be a puddle on the ground that young girls and boys will be tempted to splash in

We are depressed

We are apart, drifting

We are not united anymore

Our flame has been blown out completely for a while now

We are...

- r.b.