You'd Be Sorry.

• Meg Holly, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

One annoyance;
Life its self, I am done.
Two shots of hate,
From a mouth, loud as a gun.
Three simple scars,
A story for each.
Four tired wheels,
On which brakes screech.
Five photos on my wall,
Your darling face, featured in all.
Six aching words in my head;
"You'd be sorry, once I'm dead."