Lucky One
By isa
As she sits on her bed Waiting for the clock to move faster Her mind races and never stops She only thinks about the disaster. How did she get here in her life? She seemed like the innocent one But now she is angry and punished For wanting her life to be done. She takes off her watch It hides her dakest deed She touches the deep scars And wants them once more to bleed Tears fall from her face And make a small puddle on the floor She doesn't want her mom to hear So she slowly closes the door. Just like the night before She tries not to think about life For she knows if she doesn't stop now She will take out her sharp knife. It's blade is thin and shiney And can cut through any stone But in her case it cuts through any vein and bone. Tonight she is lucky, Someone calls out her name Just in time to stop her From giving into her pain. But she knows it will happen again Just like last night and tonight She will hope that someone will stop her From ending her pitaful life. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 11:02 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"As she sits on her bed..."