Savior
The pain she has
She cannot bear.
Throughout her room,
The music blares.
She hides her pain
Behind a smile.
Sh can't go on
Another mile.
So she paints a lovely picture,
But her story has a twist.
A razor is the paintbrush,
And the canvas is her wrist.
Her blood pours out,
And she falls to her bed.
She closes her eyes-
She's almost dead.
But a hero helps her
With brave behavior.
He saves her life;
Now he's forever her savior.
She cannot bear.
Throughout her room,
The music blares.
She hides her pain
Behind a smile.
Sh can't go on
Another mile.
So she paints a lovely picture,
But her story has a twist.
A razor is the paintbrush,
And the canvas is her wrist.
Her blood pours out,
And she falls to her bed.
She closes her eyes-
She's almost dead.
But a hero helps her
With brave behavior.
He saves her life;
Now he's forever her savior.
♠ ♠ ♠
So this is a poem I wrote in eighth grade, and I ended up sending it in for a contest, and it was published in a book called "Stars In Our Hearts," which was published last summer. This is my original content.