Last Breath

• Emily Cardamone, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

All the feelings she is trying to hide,
crying and dying on the inside.
The banging and crashing inside her head,
trying to face the fact that her parents are dead.

Everyone said it would be okay, but that's a lie,
she cries until there are no tears left to cry.
Lying lifeless on the floor, curled up in a ball,
in this big, dark world she feels so small.

Eyes all swollen and dry,
all she wanted was to lie down and die.
It got harder and harder with everyday that passed,
she just wished it would finally be over, at last.

The screeching and crashing of the two cars,
left the poor girl with many scars.
She will never be able to let go of her parents death,
never forget her parents last breath.