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Exchanges

What seems like a good trade to you?
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Blood mixed with water
Is the color of rust
She wrote a note
To apologize for her life
She’s sorry for the hate
The yelling, and the strife
And locked the door
And picked up the blade
Her life for their happiness
It seemed like a good trade
She held her breath
And counted to ten
Then pressed the razor
Into her skin
She closed her eyes
And endured the pain
She ended her existence
Because of her shame
Her parents found her
Later that night
And found that they couldn’t
Bear the sight
A girl lost her life
And her parents a kid
There’s no turning back
She did what she did.
By
Published: 2/19/2009
Bouquets and Brickbats