Good Bye Poem by Kelsie Bell

Good Bye



As the silver blade slits my wrist
I don't think of anything
As my mind goes blank
I feel tears going down my cheek
there is a change in scenery
My mom was talking to me
I can not tell what she said
As I fell into a puddle
all I could say was goodbye

Thursday, November 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye,mom,silver
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