Hair pulled back,
Makeup at it's peak,
Now tell me girl,
Are you weak?
I've seen your pretty smile,
But it doesn't reach your eyes,
Although you look happy,
Your eyes can't tell lies.
Now tell me pretty girl
In the front of the room
Who is it,
That makes you feel gloom?
Is it your friends,
Who are pretty,
Perfect,
And fake?
Please tell me girl,
Because I know how you feel,
How it is
Being the third wheel.
The extra
The unwanted.
And those feelings,
Are haunted.
I'm here for you,
Please don't lie.
It's sad to see happy faces with sad eyes.

She gave him a kiss,
And he took her heart,
She knew he would care for it,
But alas,
He did not.
He ignored her for weeks,
No call at all.
But she still loved him.
The heart wasn't enough for him,
So he started taking pieces of her.
But she still loved him.
He slept with another girl,
In the bed they shared.
But she still loved him.
He raised his hand at her,
Leaving her in despair.
But she still loved him.
He paraded his new girl,
In front of her.
But she still loved him.
He became her bully,
Always taunting her.
But she still loved him.
She committed suicide,
Tying her noose to tight.
But HE still loved HER.

A wilted rose.
It's color fading away.
Fighting for it's life.
Fighting to stay.
Watching people pass on by,
Not giving it a glance.
Wishing and hoping,
Someone will give it a chance.
A chance to prove itself,
A chance to be true.
But who would want a wilted rose.
Not many, not even a few.
Watching life go by,
In a shop's window.
No one wants it.
Not even the widow.
The shop keeper comes,
And takes it away.
Knowing very much,
It's not going to stay.
In the garbage she goes,
Beginning to decay.

I sat bewildered by the shadow above me,
His tall, muscular figure overpowered my small, petite one.
I rose to hold my ground.
My chest puffed out,
Hand in a fist,
My face with a sharp expression.
He lifted his hand and smacked me as hard as he could.
It hurt like hell and I wanted to cry.
I wanted to go sit in a corner and be done.
But I didn't.
I looked him dead in the eye.
I called him by his first name.
He let down his guard for a second,
With a look of hurt.
But it was only a second until he grabbed the nearest bottle,
And broke it.
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(Reporter)
A man was arrested in the early hours of the morning for the ****** of his daughter. Police say he has had a history of abuse towards her. The daughter was 16 years old. Taking her final breaths at 8:02 p.m. Her untimely death was caused by being stabbed 20 times with a broken bottle.