November 3, 2010
By RinaBeena BRONZE, North Las Vegas, Nevada
RinaBeena BRONZE, North Las Vegas, Nevada
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She cries oh she cries.
The mirror reflects her tear filled eyes.
Another night deprived of sleep.
Another day that she wont eat.
On her wrist another wound.
Not dead yet but will be soon.
Her heart slow, barely beating.
She cries and keeps on bleeding.
A stormy night and no one knows,
the feelings she tries hard not to show.
Her wrists hanging from her bed.
When her parents come in, she'll be dead.

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on Dec. 8 2010 at 11:35 am
JohnnyTheSilverAngel GOLD, Los Angeles, California
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Favorite Quote:
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.” By W.W

"If God gave you the will to start something,You have to have the courage to finish it." by J.V

Hm,interesting poem.I could visualize the setting and all.This seems like a personal poem...I could be wrong but none the less,it's still very good.Keep at it.


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