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A Poem by Beth Sullivan

written on 5/30/09

Three knocks on the door, and still no answer
The door says so, so i better respect her
knock knock knock, no voice, no nothing
knock knock knock, come on, give me something
knock knock knock, i finally open the door
just to walk in and find my sister dead on the floor
shes right in front of me, yet shes over me too
i scream and cry, i dont know what to do
blood soaked carpet, as i walk around her there
then i find a note in her hand, that says no one cared
She was my sister, but more like a mom
Why did dad have to tell her she did everything wrong?
its to late now, she was dead when found
now this little brother has to put his big sister undeground