The poetess

p o e t r y 5

"Behind those sparkles"

Look at her, she's so pretty and sexy
Every girl in the corridor is so angry.
Envious in his body and  class
In their mind a lot of curse were cast.

Look at her, she's going home,
She's so pretty why is she alone
Walking while kicking all the cans on the road,
Thinking deep while tearing all the posters on the post.

Look at her, she looks so frustrated,
She turned around and look at my direction.
Oh geez, is that her? She looks so wasted.
With that face. Without those make up on.

Look at her, she's crying,
In the sala, her parents were fighting.
Throwing and breaking everything.
Without knowing that she sneaked to the kitchen while running.

Look at her, she ain't pretty at all,
Bright smiles started to fade,
Soft hands holding a blade.
And her body is covered with blood
What she have done she's full with cuts.

Look at her she's uttering something.
Can you hear her? Is she pleading?
Cuts from her head up to her feet.
Has no cure so she just watched it bleed.

Little by little, her eyes started to close.
Her life is a waste, with no cost.
Her sparkling eyes won't be seen again.
As she dies because of pain.

Oh I forgot to tell you what she said.
"Don't let yourself live in the dim, cause you may be the next victim"