-death- Poem by Rose Moultrie

She is done she is hurt
there is no one to alert
the damage she has already done
there goes all of her true fun

they don't even really care
none of them were ever there
now she's done and bleeding out
she won't survive without a doubt

thats good for her
it was all a blur
what she did
the feelings she hid

from the cold hearted
her soul soon departed
she called quit
with all her whit

Done with life
from skin to knife
to deep deep gashes
she'll burn to ashes

no goodbyes
no more cries
for help to them
for they will feel condemned