To Whom It Concerns
She is sitting on the end of her bed,
her head is in her hands.
The tears fall from her face.
She thinks to herself what could have i done to deserved this?
Her phone rings,
its a text message from her.
It takes all she has to read it.
"I found another girl to love and i hope you can get over me"
Is what she reads.
The words cut her deeper.
She runs to the bathroom grabs the blade.
As she is about to cut her writs the door opens,
its her mom.
She grabs the blade from her hand and throws it.
She grabs her little girl and begins to hug her and cries.
She asked what has come to this?
Her little girl answers and says When hasn't it came to this?
-cheyenne Lynn carr
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