fabley disturbed disasters

my real name is Amber, I'm 14 and I love music of all kinds. i write poetry of all kinds to. i'm not as messed up as my poems make me sound.

I'm in the bathroom,
i'm on my knees,
And i begin to shake,
My freind comes in,
and thinks it's fake,
But then she see's the blood,
splattered all about my rug,
She gets on her knees,
and watches as I bleed,
She yelled for help,
Then he comes in,
The one that i love,
And why i commited this sin,
He grabbed my wrist,
to try to stop the bleeding,
he had no idea what i was feeling,
my friend clutched his sholder,
and i watched him hold her,
I cried my last tear,
And got rid of my every fear,
He never loved me,
he only loves her,
I looked at his face,
And he said he was sorry,
but then it turned dark
the light went away,
And that is how i died that day.

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