Dead dead..

by Bryanna
(Wahiawa HI.)

A girl with dreams,
a girl with fears.
One broken heart, yet so many tears.
A dead, dead feeling deep down inside,
behind those curtains she will always hide.
Days, weeks, months pass by. And nothing.
An empty sink, a clean silver blade.
One single cut, then no more rage.
A blood red sink, a red stained knife.
One dead dead girl, so many mistakes.