A Happy Never After Poem by chelsie rausch

To slit hwer wrist it was a passion.
For a love with him was never lasting.
When love was needed,
None was succeded.

As her tears fell,
Withh tanted blood cells.
No one cared,
her chances rared.
Her heart rate fell,
but to him she would never tell.

A love she felt,
A heart he could have helt.
To never know,
His love would die slow.

They both would die,
for they both would lie.
Love was lost,
Becasue neither would pay the cost.
A fear of laughter forced a happy never after.