as i walk up the stairs to your room calmly i walk up to your door i can hear the tears hitting the floor i move my hands to the door knob to see you sitting on the floor bleeding. hands coverd in blood the knife on the floor becides your tears i run to hold you as tight as i can wall your faint words come out saying...Help me. but its to late... the only thing i can do is hold you make you feel
loved before you leave your body. before you soul comes out and floats awway. i have your blood on me your tears to. you say one last time... help...me i wisper in your ears sorry as i hold you tighter i look at the door seeing mother on here knees with tears in her eyes father with a phone calling 911 in hope. i look at your face now white pail your eyes have lost there glaze... your last words
before you leave us behind is. I love you brother... Mother hears this now face just as pail as yours... father puts down the phone and is holding you now.... i can feel the life come out of you. your body gose limp your eyes close... dad crys... i let go of you your sulless corps falls into a dads hands
i look at mother her hands over her face wishing for this to all go awway wishing screaming... Why your blood... on my face... i start to cry... the blood washes off of my face and drips on the blade....
| This is alot like your aother right that was about yourself. There still are spelling mistakes but once again it makes my hair on my arms stand up. |
|| Posted on 2006-10-09 00:00:00 | by SarahE.P. | [ Reply to This ] |