it brought delite
Slit lines of red
comes scars she'll dread
Poured tears of black
might seal the crack
Of break in the heart
loved ones depart
To a box in the ground
her soul never to be found
Far locked away
to her friends dismay
her minds away
And still she grieves
with every pet peeve
it's bottled inside
Where it'll always hide
Pain won't come out
but maybe a shout
She's sad you know
spirits always so low
Please cheer up kid
and the pain will rid
* I just wrote this about my sister, my grandmother died 3 years ago, and my cat died a year ago, and still she grieves about it. I worry about her alot, she doesn't talk about her feelings, or even write about them like I do. She wont say what's bothering her either. So whenever I do something to bug her or anyone for that matter, she'll get upset and tell my parents she misses our grandmother. It's really sad and I worry she'll do something dangerous when she gets older, she's only 9 now and things can escalate, I don't want her to have to deal with all of this and think the only way out is too hurt herself.*
