He broke her heart

She's fifteen years old, and experienced love,
she's been hurt more than she can count,
and been disgraced.

Shes been teased, made fun of, and called every name,
she's old enough to know, its never a game.
She fell in love with a man four years her age,
she feel so deeply, so pathetically, and he made her pay.

He took her heart and broke it,
he took her soul and shattered it,
he took her smile and bent it,
He took her laugh and made it vanish.

She no longer smiles, no longer laughs,
just sits in the corner, thinking about the past,
to when she could just sing and dance,
when she had a full heart, and a soul to match.

But now all she can do is cry and cut,
watch as her blood drops to the floor,
See her vision start to fade,
As she whispers his name.

Laying upon the floor, knife from her hand, now
lay by the door,
she lays there, for a second or more,
and remembers life when he was there,
before he left her, for another.

"Honey, I'm home!" he'd call,
and she'd run to him, laughing so hard,
"Baby, I missed you!" she'd kiss him,
and he'd return her kiss and he hugged her,
so tight, so close, always closer
than before.

Now her eyes are bright,
bright with memories,
seeing herself fight with her parents,
seeing herself fight with her lover,
seeing herself doing things she shouldn't have,
oh she has so much to regret,
and no way to make it up.

Suddenly, her eyes go dull,
as her body begins to go cold,
her eyes are now, slowly starting to close,
as her blood runs on the floor.

On her gravestone, it read:
Here lays Elizabeth, with heart of gold,
she loved everyone, man and animal.
But to one man, her heart she gave,
and he hurt her so badly, shes in the grave.
Let the angel who lies here, rest in peace,
Because no one deserves it more than she,
the dear.

- Misty-Day Elizabeth

Boys

Boys, destroy our dreams in teams,
Boys, make alot of noise,
Boys, tear our hearts apart,
Boys, cause fear when they are near
Boys, cause hurt, and are as bad as dirt
Boys, cause pain just for their own gain
Boys, play games with us which cause permanent stains
Boys, gave me all these scars, which I hide in jars,

I can never predict what a boy will do or when,
And yet I still love them.

- Caroline Logan

Little Trust

Being best friends from the very start,
But now we are continually drifting apart,
Finding things out from everyone else,
When it was always me you used to tell.

The one in which I'd always confide,
But now you can't seem to make up your mind,
To tell me now or to tell me not?
The little trust that I've now got.

Each truth you told me was repayed,
We shared our secrets, back in the day,
But now it's just a guessing game,
It's pissing me off, I'm full off shame.

But why should I feel the fault is mine,
When I kept your secrets every time,
If you can't trust me, that is fine,
Don't tell me your secrets, I won't tell you mine.

- Sara