Erase This Dream
She had never lived,
She had never died,
She was always a ghost,
Rotten, dead inside.
She hung from a rope,
She fell to the grave,
Her mind was all gone,
There was nothing to save.
We couldn't see it,
It hit like a train!
She left us all here,
She left nothing but pain.....
R.I.P. Olivia, 09/09/14, aged 14.
Copyright © Dayna Raven | Year Posted 2016
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