*warning: mention of suicide*
Close your mouths,
Quiet your voices,
A moment of silence to her.
Nothing shall be said,
Not a voice shall be heard,
As we honor the life of the little dead girl.
Her smile is something we'll never forget,
Same with the mark now around her neck.
Engraved in our minds,
her beautiful brown eyes.
Once filled with life, now rot with death.
Her life was a hell all torn and mangled.
Seems to be the reason she hung herself to dangle.
As her neck broke,
Along with the chains,
She was set free,
No longer in pain.
This little girl, so fragile, so kind.
The picture of innocence,
So young,
so Devine.
She lay here cold, she lay here still.
The result of a life,
Just too strenuous to feel.
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Poems
PoetryJust short poems that I came up with. If u can think of a topic u want me to write about, please put it in comments. ;)
