<p>Go quietly into the night step softly, but speak strong and steady. Leave the pain behind, peel yourself from the hate. Go now quickly into the night, do not play with fragile time. Away you go into the unknown, rest well sweet brother, you deserve it. Don't worry brother, I will be fine, your memory I will carry In my heart you will always be. Now sleep sweet brother. Go now remembering that I will never forget. You will live on through me, now and forever, so go now into the night.</p>

Hushly and softly she whispers into his ears

words are barely heard. He looks at her

scared and confused, ashamed of what he did.

Afraid to lose. Tears stream down his face

like a busted water balloon, all the pain he

caused hits him like a rock; striking him

down with the force of a thousand horses.

Breathless he lays in her lap, curled into a

ball. She holds his head and strokes his hair

calming him down with the utmost care.

She is there reminding him, the way she feels

is stronger than any of of the pain brought on by

his bitter moronic words. Together they sit, holding

on to each other, holding onto the love. They can

never be separated, their love too strong, together

always and forever. Quietly they whisper, I love you.

Words I can't say enough, those simple, simple words.

They mean so much to some and so little to others.

A sacred vow to few , an empty promise for the

rest. Three words have so much power and

influence. Nations have fallen and people

killed for those same three words.

I say those words to you, all day and all night,

every minute, and every second. My words have

meaning evident through my behavior, though

not always clear. These words are my way of saying

"I'm here and I care". I carry you with me everywhere

I go. My soul pours out in those three simple yet so

complex words. My heart flutters for you.

So these words are for you and only you. Carry

this with you, when you find yourself feeling meek

alone. I am always here you are truly never alone.

Sara you stole my heart and locked it away. All I

can give, all I can say is that  I love you. It will always

be that way from now and forever until we both

are old and grey.

In their eyes she is weak, all she brings to the table is sorrow and grief.

Laughing and pointing as they take turns, raping the innocence in

her soul. They leave her a shadow of a dream, a forgotten memory.

All that was once so pure and sweet is now gone. Afraid and all alone,

covered in her own blood and shame, tears flow down, the Angel Falls.

She screams to be heard, begging for someone to help, bystanders pass

her by, toss her out like yesterday's paper. Her protectors says that

she is lying. The ones that were sworn to keep her safe leave her to

the vultures and watch her die. There is no escape for her, no relief,

no one cares and no one believes. The way she dresses, all she wants is

to feel beautiful about herself, to finally be pretty. When they wrap their

thick, dense minds around the words that she has spoken since day one.

The judge says that it was brought on by what she was wearing. They

call her a whore, and say that she wanted it. This girl, this precious

miracle only wanted to laugh and play with her friends at recess but

instead received humiliation and shame. No one would help her so she

helped herself. So she took something to make the pain stop and drifted

off to sleep.