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Head in her hands,she hide streams of tears, Reflecting the pain shes held in all these years. Coping no longer, she turns to self harm, Tears turned to red as they slide down her arm. Spilling on white sheets which lay on her bed, The pure,deathly color now turned a dark red. Ripping the sheets,to the heavens she cries, With hope they'll erase the blood and the lies. Smothering screams in her pillow, dark blue, She tosses and turns, as her dreams are of you. Believeing he hates her, yet all n her head,
She'll fantasise moents you lay lifelessly, dead. Hate, or love, to which does she turn, Photos of you, with a match se does burn. The flames lick up memories with you in her past, she hopes that the ashes of pain do not last. Wishing to this earth, she hopes its not real, As to the ground, her knees start to kneel. Eyes slitted slightly, head lowered inher own shame, She slips out of conciouness, prepared for the blame.
Black silhouettes dance round her head, Carefully, hey lift her onto th blood stained bed. Over her body, the sheets they do place, The red covered firgure, at last they embrace. . . . . . . . . . .
Writen By: Sara Johnston
tainted added this comment 2008-04-17 22:27:25-05:00
kudos
crazyacey added this comment 2008-04-10 17:04:27-05:00
Wow this is fantastic! Very inspiring art work. 5 Stars!
tainted added this comment 2008-04-17 22:27:25-05:00
kudos
crazyacey added this comment 2008-04-10 17:04:27-05:00
Wow this is fantastic! Very inspiring art work. 5 Stars!