Christina
| Deep in the ground, she burrys all she has. Hope in her heart that it will disappear. she crys as she fills the hole knowing it dosent fill the hole in her sole. On her knees, she asks God why. when will the pain die? That night she crys for the last time. she crys as she cuts her wrists. she crys as she falls to the floor, and when the last tear fell she was no more |
