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happy and sad 
but to nice to be mad
a smart girl with stright a's from the start
to "happy" to know she has a broken heart
a gorgeous face with two lips that never frown
you dont know but your words tear her down
a wonderful soul to peppy to be sad
a destroyed good life gone bad
brunette hair with nothing to lack
do you know under the brown theres black
heazel eyes telling you her fate
does anyone know its almost to late?!
a cool fall day they put her underground
still no one knows under her bed theres blades to be found
a year later you go back and visit
but really will anyone ever get it??!!!
aah ha there it is she hated herself
we were all fake and there was no one else
she took a gun and put it to her head
POW BANG
and now shes dead.....

Reviews

[cfix]

This one is really amazing!
Love the rhyme scheme and flow.
You're very talented.

[steph]

Another poem that is solid and awsome... I really relate to these.