The High School Waif Poem by Samanthia Moore

Red pedals on the floor.
Tub filled with crimson.
My Blood.

Each breath i take reminds me of you.

Each step i take reminds me of all we went through.

Death is near.

Red Pedals cover me in this tub.
I could never fathom all the ones that came before me.
Each breath is cut shortly.

Each step i take, i feel as if im falling.

No turing back.

Death is in front of me.

A waif.
Covered in bruises and scars.

16 years where agony years i walked with you.

The cuts and scars are the only memories i have of you.

No one to help me turn back.

Death consumes me.