This is a book where I just write poems. |1| parents She was tired Just like her parents She put on a smile Just like her parents She gave other people love instead of herself Just like her parents She cried quietly at 3 am Just like her parents She always liked to draw, But now she drew with a silver pencil that would bleed red This time not like her parents Instead. They were laughing. At the daughter they just found out Was dead.All Rights Reserved