Then there were ThreeA Poem by SuicideShatteredMeWhat happened between my two best friends and I after Alec left this earth.
Two scuffed up chucks, one broken heart,
Holding it together, but it's falling apart, Bright colored hair and a pretty black dress, Can't you tell I'm becoming a mess? One year has passed but the thoughts are fresh, The scars are forever inscribed on my flesh, First there were four and now there are three, Two fading out and one who can't breathe...
© 2013 SuicideShatteredMeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSuicideShatteredMePhilaDELPHIA, PAAboutI'm just your everyday sixteen year old girl drowning in the wake of life. My name is Cait, and I am a suicide survivor. Most of my poems will likely be about suicide, as that's the main topic on my .. more..Writing
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