Watching the desperate girl,
Soon to be dead,
As she raises that nine
Milimeter to her pounding head.
Her beautiful face, so
Full of tears, now
Lets loose her unbelievable fears.
She's experienced her
Most horrible nightmares,
Because she thinks that nobody cares.
Looking to the sky, now,
For the answers she's never known,
Feeling guilty of the
Hurt she's never shown.
Her finger twitches for the trigger,
Only seconds remaining,
Until she will let out all the
Frustration she's been containing.
The gun goes off with a deafening roar,
And now everyone will know why the desperate girl is no more.
This poem was inspired by my best friend for her strong sense of right and wrong.. (This is what could have happened to you Kitty, don't forget that.)