Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Me, that fragile young girl
Don’t exist anymore.
My color is black and blue.
My pieces are in a black suitcase.
I am only one line of a poem
A line about my broken heart!
Today is today and I don’t feel good.
Don’t know what to do with black suitcase.
I still have it, it’s in the corner of the room
Staring at me.
I don’t want it anymore.
There is an evil inside of it.
I think of revenge.
I think of war!! …
~ Ellie ~
The pictures are from bing.com…