A girl 15 <br />So to say <br />In the courner <br />Of her room crying her heart <br />Out for someone <br />To hear her <br /> <br />But noone does <br />And so she gets <br />Up and looks in <br />The morror her <br />Eyeliner is smired <br />Down her face <br />And her maskera is <br />Running down her cheakes <br /> <br />She crys out for <br />Help but noone hears <br />Her, she sits there <br />All alone wishing <br />She were someone <br /> <br />Her life just passes her <br />By and her friends are <br />Gone so she decides <br />That noone loves her <br />Anymore so there is no use <br />For her so she has the pills <br />In one hand and the <br />Water in the other and <br />Of a sudden someone <br />Yells out STOP and <br />She looks up with tears in her eyes <br />And he says i can wipe thoes <br />Tears dry for you if i may.<br /><br />Sandra Wiebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pills-7/
