Seen not Heard
Easily broken
Easily fixed
Just put her in the corner and let her cry it out
Don't think about how she wishes she was missed
Just leave her in the corner someone else will help her out
A million little teardrops
Falling from her wrist
The blade stained red
The handle clenched tightly in her fist
One dark spreading stain
The carpet soaks up her life
You left her in a corner where the shadows hid a knife.
This poem was written by Ellie Caporn on Feb 22, 2007.
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i liked this a lot. It sounds much like something i would have written. short and sweet yet very powerful and full of meaning