here goes:
Her sadness echoed into the bitter night air
This was something she knew she could not bare
So she snuck into her mother's sewing box with care
And took out her mother's needle
And did something very rare
She put a tear in her skin that night
And a tear in her family's hearts
when She killed herself .
-Thea Distler 11/27/2005
do you think it's a little dull? please tell me what you think because i really want to make this a good poem. thank you!!
