Why Do Bad Things Happen To The Best People? Poem by Allie Phillips

Your arms are pink
And red with scars
And cuts

Your eyes are blue
And show the innocence
That you don't believe you have

There are sparkles on your outfit
That show where you have been
And what you have done

Your mouth is closed
For you shall not say a word
For if you do, pain will pour out

Your friends are worried
That you might not be there tomorrow
Or that you will ever be happy again

Your cheeks are pink
From the tears that run down your face
From the pain that you'll never get rid of

Your heart is white
From the purity of your soul
It blocks the other evil away

Your arms are crossed
Your eyes are closed
Stitches across the neck

You lay in the bed surrounded by wood
For forever you shall lay
Happy and undisturbed.