Everyone Drugs are bad

(Sorry about this, the preview doesn't seem to be working for some reason. The larger picture however, still works fine)

Does anybody care about her, does she feel all alone
Who will she talk to along this street made of stone?
People run past her laugh’ in
As she gets up she walks a slow and steady pace
Wondering how she lost this slow and steady race
She has a face of beauty
And blond hair, which shimmers in the sun
But lately she can’t find any reason to have fun

This morning I herd on the news
A girl aged 16 had been abused
She had no family she was alone
And now she is resting in gods home
She had no support she didn’t know how to deal.
She went to the bath with her favourite book and ted
She fell under the water and never came up till she was dead.


Wow, a creation with a meaning behind it...what's going on with me. Don't tell me I'm growing up. Scarey thought.
Anyway, I'm fairly sure the picture plus the little poem gives the meaning up pretty clearly.

A big thank you to the person who wrote this poem (lov ya mate ) and most of all I hope you like this peice.

Critiques still welcome for this peice, don't think that just because it's got a special meaning behind it it cant be improved upon.