Difference Poem by Natasha Clark

(this poemis entirely fictionalthere is was and never will be any truth to this poem! ! enjoy: P)

she sits across form me
she doesnt know im watching her
she feels safe

if only she knew the trouble
she was getting herself into
it would be very helpful information
only she doesnt know

she will find out though
but it will be too late
after she is told that will be the end
too bad for her

she could have been so much
she had potential
she was smart
yes i said 'was'

now her life over
before it even started really
so very sad for her
i almost regeret taking her life

almost but i dont
not anymore
not after what she did
her eyes will haunt me forever though

i will never forget the intensity of them
how they screamed when she could not
how they leaked and turned blood shot
ironic huh 'blood' shot? ?

well i guess it was very appropriate then
she did bleed alot
i had went trough two layers of towels
and still had to scrub the floors.