Death, by ~_~LeAh_DaRk_PoEt~_~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~_~LeAh_DaRk_PoEt~_~

It's everywhere
It comes in many forms
One example is very clear to all
Suicide.

No one sees her blackened tears
No one notices the cuts on her arms
Inching closer to her wrist
For she is not afraid

No one sees what happens behind closed doors
Only open ones.
But her door is never open

They say the home is the place of comfort
But not for her...
Her father is strong he beats her daily
Her mother has no job
Her brother is abusive
in more than one way
She calls social security but they do nothing.

Love has become an imagnary thing for her
For he said he loved her
But that wasn't true
he played her
She didn't know it at the time
For she was in love with the idea of love

Now she is close, just one more cut 
The blood is warm as it flows from her knife
The deed is done, their no more to say
She gets on her knees and starts to pray




Posted: 2012-02-26 05:29:06 UTC

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