one of the many

by Angie Veronica Trujillo
(Aurora)

The locket she held onto with her dear life
was the locket that had been there through her strife.
the locket stained of crimson and tarnish becuase of her blood.
and her paths of life that seemed so clear, were now all covered in mud.
the locket has been there with her, on the cold cold floor
its been there when she would start bleeding more
its been there when the tears would pour
but best of all, its been there when her heart was sore.
all she needed was some sanity
but enstead she was insecure
all she needed was some friends
but enstead she was called a whore.
blood and greif
because she sold her heart to a theif.
she fell for his fake desmise
not knowing his love was a desquise
not knowing that it was all just lies.
so when he left
he left her with a tiny necklace locket....and shes
held on to it ever since
she says
it should never had to of end like this
then the crimson satin driped to the floor
she said
this is for the fuckers who called me a whore
and after the blood leaked and the tears poured
her body was left
on the cold cold floor