Waste Of A Life

• Amber Mostowyj, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

She sits on a window ledge all alone,
All battered and bruised.
She cries and looks at her skin tone,
So she thinks,
Should she do it? , Hurt herself?
She looks at her phone,
It’s filled with horrible words like,
“I will break your bones”.
So she throws it across the room.
She thinks
“I am alone”!
She already has scars, but this is the last straw
She is on her bed, covered in blood
Her mother walks through the door
She faints from seeing her baby dead on the floor.
This is my story of me; I am in a better place now.