Sandra Wiebe - Pills

A girl 15
So to say
In the courner
Of her room crying her heart
Out for someone
To hear her

But noone does
And so she gets
Up and looks in
The morror her
Eyeliner is smired
Down her face
And her maskera is
Running down her cheakes

She crys out for
Help but noone hears
Her, she sits there
All alone wishing
She were someone

Her life just passes her
By and her friends are
Gone so she decides
That noone loves her
Anymore so there is no use
For her so she has the pills
In one hand and the
Water in the other and
Of a sudden someone
Yells out STOP and
She looks up with tears in her eyes
And he says i can wipe thoes
Tears dry for you if i may.

Sandra Wiebe

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