Her.

Cold, dark, lonely world;

alone twenty-four-seven.

I just want to cry.

Cracking the door for light like Cinderelly,

realizing the light in the room there wasn't any.

Her face was pale,

we thought it was Dale.

Streaks of black along her cheeks,

scruff marks along her sneeks.

Her wrists were dripping red,

we thought she was dead.

"Dark hair, dark eyes, dark everything,

but he never gave me anything

I gave him my heart

while his turned cold.

I should have believed everything that has been told."

Reviews

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

How can 69 view and not comment, maybe it is your age? Your opening was strong and I liked the use of slang was quite effective (sneeks/cheeks) The ending was perfect...good job...