Only silence fills the white tiled room.
The floor stained with crimson red.
Her last breath taken in the bathroom.
The result of their words getting to her head.
Her young life taken by her only friend.
The only one she could confide in.
Her only choice was to meet her end.
Her innocence had already decayed.
Taken from her long ago.
Her once bright eyes now left dull and lifeless.
Her wish can be fulfilled now.
Her wish to be rid of all her anguish.
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In a Nuthshell
PoesiaPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
