The end

• Temma Bell, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

She was left hanging, holding onto the edge. All the things built up inside, was she going to see another day? Everything going through her head. Those times she cried all through the night. She used to look in the mirror and see a failure, wanting to be someone else. she thought she was ugly, her best friend a pillow, where her tears would fall.She got hit by her brother, never hugged by her mother. she'd walk with no-one beside her.Her whole life feeling alone she wasnt good enough, she wasn't perfect.Now you hear her scream, the pain she felt was too much to bare, she fell to the floor with no breath to spare.Blood trickled down her arm as she'd gasp for one last breath of air. she couldnt hold on, she was gone.And i watched her feel like this her whole life, because that girl, was me.