Friday, April 22, 2005

my poem (tell me wat u think of it plz!)
Bleeding, life oozing from her veins.
Her life was disappearing with every beat of her heart.
"Not even 16," she thought, "and already dying."
'No!' cried her brain. 'Don't even think about that!
You still have a chance...'
That's what she wanted to think. But she was being realistic.
It wasn't going to happen.
That sort of thing never happened to her.
She was the unlucky one, the one things always happened to.
She hated it.

Lying there, the cold wind buffeted her battered and worn body.
Rain pured down to the lonely earth, like the tears she so desperately wanted to cry.
But she couldn't. No, she couldn't.
She was a fighter. She could take it.
The warm redness was covering her stomach as her life ran out of its vessel from the rupture so distastefully ripped in her body.
Her time was running outýshe knew it.
'Get up!' her conscience cried.
But she couldn't. That would be giving up.
She couldn't do that.

The traffic roared past, not even stopping to help her.
She didn't care. Even if they did, it was too late now.
She knew it.
"Why do I have to die here and now?" she thought.
"If I have to die, don't let it be here."

The rain pured down insistently.
A girl was walking down the street, trying not to slip in the rain.
Her eyes searched the alleyway for somewhere she could stay out of the rain.
Seeing a place, she made her way over to it.
She was almost there when she stumbled on something.
She stood there, staring at the ground. Or rather, what was on the ground.
Tears filling her eyes, she bent down and lifted her best friend's head.
Seeing her like this just left her in despair.
She never thought it would end like this...

wat u think? tell me plz...