She's completely pale and numb
Hairs covering her face
She looks so young
Her gown floats up, flowing along the current
Like wild untold stories
Purple, blue hands their violet
Scars on her wrist
Eyes opened
No expression, but a hint of sadness
Its too late for her
"She was Selfish
"She didn't think about anyone else but her" They'll say
Little did they know their the one's who did it
They pushed her over her limit
They wouldn't let her breath
She wanted to live
But she couldn't do anything to save herself
She was too consumed
This is how they killed her
She's the Lovely Bones
(Via Excerpt from a book Ill never write#2)
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