White roses painted red with blood
Blue violets die in the morning sun
The strangest feeling, bold and new
A terrifying memory now renewed
"Help me!" she screams, "someone, please!"
As the blood keeps dripping off her sleeve
It was all in her mind, she never spoke
Nor did she cut; her mind awoke:
She desired so fully to watch herself die
She was broken, already spouting out lies
This girl needed help, but she couldn't ask
For everyone she knew didn't know, alas,
If they did, it's not like they'd care
All the hints she's dropped, not even a stare
Carefully waiting for them to find her
Feeling so dark, but still acting kinder
She wanted to say something, but how?
What if she let it out right now?
All the pain and emotions she left inside
She then would no longer have to hide
A terrible thought, she tells herself, no!
If one person knew, they all would go.
She locks herself in her room to cry
As every second of her life ticks by
Slowly losing herself to the darkness
Falling asleep while feeling heartless
One last poem to the world she loved
So they would know why she had shoved
That knife right into her imperfect flesh
With a relieved smile, she greeted death
And no one knew, nor did they care
When they noticed her still, empty chair.
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Shatter My Heart
Teen Fiction~ Discontinued ~ "Silver Lake High is responsible for more than a dozen missing teens, most of which are victims of suicide, believed to have been caused by bullying..." but Xander Hopkins was no suicide victim. Niether was Allison Packer, Caleb Col...
