End.

• Kiesha Spies , Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

Alone once again,
but hey its okay,
these wounds will mend,
eventually in the end.
As lay here staring into space,
I can't help but think,
who is the victim in this case?
I love you more than I can explain,
but this feeling is driving me insane.
There is only one thing left to do,
and although its a thousand times wrong,
it seems like the lyrics to a sad song.
So cut away my sorrows,
they're like stabbing arrows,
hurting me from the inside.
Finally when it comes to an end,
I can hide.