An uncut diamond
Shattered
And the light
shines through no longer
A puzzle piece
A corner edge
in your life's mosaic
lost
a blatant hole
where life should be
And in the rain
black and cold
Piercing tears of the rolling sky
The footsteps stop
And the water sweeps them away
A girl in my class took her life last year. I don't know why and I never will. I suppose this is my way to remember her, to immortalize her in pages and ink. And now she is gone, a tear shed away. She was 13 when she died, ripped harshly away on a day when it should have rained. It should have poured, the world should have been crying. My eighth grade class came together that year, and you couldn't walk ten feet without seeing a wayward tear escape. People who never talked put a hand on the others as they were racked with sobs
I want this to be the last time I remember this. I never want to relive this again. I started this for a chance to win some quick cash but I think my ideals have changed. I want to change something. Remember the day it changed, the day the fabric was torn, the day when your heart was ripped. I know I will never displace this memory. Even, I suppose, if I wanted to.
Thank you for considering my writing and may God bless. Please, if this wins, don't use any names. Bloomer has had enough.