Is something wrong with me?
I wrote this poem.
She sat at the computer,
Staring into space,
The text soaking into her eyes,
Watching the beautiful face.
“She died,” it said.
“At 4:03 last night.
Her mother left some pills,
And walked out of sight.
It is said that she couldn’t take it.
It is said that she couldn’t speak.
But there is one thing that she could do.
And that was..swallow food.”
“So she took the pills,
Dropped to the floor,
Lay there unconciously.
Until her father came home.”
“She had died hours before
Three minutes after four.
It was already seven
She was on her way to heavan,”
A tear streamed down her face,
As she read a little more.
She had to find a name.
She needed to know who it was.
She searched and searched - even looked on the floor!
Until she found out.
That girl was…
Her.
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