As she falls to the ground, <br />she replays the scene in her head like a movie. <br />She watches a girl walk into a room, <br />and stand there like a defensive little child. <br />As the girl raises her head, she sees <br />the other person in the room as well. <br />She braces herself for the blows of <br />the words she know will soon be thrown. <br />She looks up and she meets the <br />cold eyes of the other person. <br />The words start coming like knives <br />directed straight at her heart. <br />The flim flickers just a bit, for a part <br />that is to bad to remember. <br />As the fighting dies down the girl movie, <br />flees to safety. <br />As the movie scene flips to a bathroom, <br />the picture zooms in on the girl. <br />She is sitting on the floor with a sliver <br />gleaming razor, that is dotted with red blood. <br />As they zoom in on her wrists, <br />the blood is gushing from her veins. <br />The movie ends. <br />I am alone on the floor replaying <br />my last scene as I slowly take me <br />last breath…..<br /><br />Fallen Pixie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-breath-15/
