A Story
The story begins, life is good
Things occur just as they should
The girl knows nothing she's just a baby
Her future's assured with a simple maybe
As she grows the story progresses
With nail polish and bright pink dresses
She knows of death, her brother has died
She learned of sadness as she cried
Was life that hard, so filled with strife
That he chose to end it with that knife
She's only six but old enough
To be told to toughen up
The story's longer, she's much older
Her spirit becoming colder and colder
In her life there's so much pain
Spread around like a huge dark stain
She's made her choice, an easy decision
But should she make a clean incision
Or some other way that's easy to do
There's hanging and pills and gunshots too
She chooses the gun for she feels it is right
A way to end her life this night
She lays there with the weapon in hand
Nestled in the warm wet sand
As she lays beneath the moon
She knows the time must come soon
She could feel it now, her brother was with her
And with that, she pulled the trigger
The story ended, the girl was gone
Not to be found until the dawn
Copyright © Jessica Wong | Year Posted 2006
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