Sunny

At one she learned to giggle,

At two she learned to talk.

At three she learned to color outside the lines,

Late at four, she learned to walk

At five she dressed in pink

At six she went to school

At seven she cut her hair

At eight she swam at the pool

At nine she chatted with friends

At ten she invited them over

At eleven she grew four inches

At twelve she became a sister

At thirteen she had her first crush

At fourteen she stole her first kiss

At fifteen she thought she found love

At sixteen she learned it was a miss

Sixteen was the year

Or maybe it was seventeen

When a little nothing went wrong

Or perhaps it was a little something

Sixteen was when she first felt followed

Sixteen was when she first felt trapped

Sixteen was when she first yelled and screamed

Or maybe it was seventeen, when she started that

Sixteen when she said she'd die

Sixteen when she tried

Sixteen when she saw the shrink

Seventeen when they thought she was fine

Seventeen with the weak medication

Seventeen at the back of the church

Seventeen when she first heard God and Satan

Arguing over her worth

Seventeen when she ran out of the sanctuary

Seventeen when three friends saw her,

Seventeen when they followed her out

Into the bathroom after her

Seventeen splashing her face with cold water

Seventeen a shivering mad

Seventeen the three tried to console

Seventeen when she could take no more

Seventeen when she thought they where there

Seventeen when she denied it

Seventeen when more voices came knocking

Telling her it was all decided

Seventeen when the service was halted

Seventeen when they all heard the scream

Seventeen when the pastor went rushing

And came across the three at the scene

Seventeen was the one who did nothing

Seventeen was the one who screamed,

Seventeen was the one who caught her,

When she fainted, or so it seemed

Seventeen when they felt her heart beat,

As frantic and fast as can be

Seventeen when they spotted in the corner

The bottle once filled with her doses

Seventeen is where she now lays

Seventeen she now holds dear

Seventeen was all she got

Before the darkness drew her near

A/N: Hello, Madder here. Now, I usually don't post poetry but... I really need feedback on a current collection I'm working on for the Scholastic Art and Writing awards. So yes, your reviews will actually be a big deal to me! ^^

This is a rough draft, one that I happened to write at 2 in the morning. So yes, it's... odd. And filled with errors! So again, please provide feedback!