A Dead Girl's Final Wish
Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
my wrists and they turn scarlet.
My mother and father walks through the door,
my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
spits and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side
and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2013
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