Wasted Dreams

A thousand broken markers

Skewed across the floor

She draws her pretty pictures

Her future dreams for all to see

The trash bin full to bursting

Her mind a raging mess

From all those pretty future dreams

That did not make the cut

She draws another picture

Her pen a mighty sword

As it rips into her wrist

To form another wasted dream

Blood spills out across the floor

As lies and hurt destroy her soul

As every dream is swept away

In a sea of red.