My name is Jessie. I'm a 18 year old senior in highschool. I love to write poetry about things that have happened to me in the past.)
The End
Her hands run across her eyes
Black mascara and eyeliner run off
The tears in her eyes won’t stop coming
Realizing that things aren’t the way she thought
The one she loved betrayed her
Sharp needle pains run through her heart
She knows this is the end
Deserving better she ends it
Her eyes no longer show pain and fear
Her once tear stricken eyes now show relief