Another Unamed (^_^') Poem by Lizzie Resendiz

After the yelling
Alone in her room
She crumbles down
Like a stack of bricks
Piece by piece
She falls and breaks
As dust flies
Little remains
As winds blows
Fewer remains
She is little
Hardly any
More happens
She cannot take
Shes ready to give
She trys to hold
Shes losing grasp
Losing faith
Losing hope
People come
They take her hand
Suddenly let go
She trusts no more
And never takes
Shes getting weaker
And can’t hold on
Any longer
She will fall
Her hands
Ready to give
If anyone comes
Will she even
Take there hand?