Tyler

Tears of blood trickle down my wrist
and on to my deep, faded jeans.

I slit my wrists
and took my life.

Fore there won't be a time
where you could possibly be mine.

Your name.
Tyler.

Carved into my wrist
and my heart.

The scars are reminders
of my love,
for you.

Tonight I paint the skies red with blood
and the clear blue ocean with my tears.

The moon goes black
my colorful world,
now shattered and
torn.

Skies for ever gray
the sun forever froze.

The chill down my spine
will never be warmed.

My vision is cloudy
and my breath has faded.

Tears of blood
forever shed.

Upon my gray grave
roses,
not white but red
are placed.

Now black and sharp,
they lay to rest
with the truth buried deep
below.

They fade away
with another wind
another day
and yet no regret.

For why it is fate
had to go this way.

Nikki Candler
Age:13
Date: 11/20/2006