She'd wake up screaming in the dead of night,
Throw off the covers and turn on the light,
Run to the dresser and grab her knife,
Wonders if this time she'll take her own life.
Every night she has this horrible dream,
About how that man made her hurt and scream,
But instead of being strong and getting help,
She just grabs her razors and destroys herself.
Her razors are her closest of friends,
She knows only they can make the pain end.
So every night when she screams and cries,
She puts the blase to her skin and closes her eyes.
She knows that she can't continue this life.
She knows what to do to end the pain and the strife.
So she picks up her razor, and slices her thighs,
And she makes not one sound as she painfully dies.
COMMENTS
-
Mayhemme
04:51 Mar 08 2011
Nice prose hon.
venumstings
06:27 Mar 13 2011
OMG! very lovely poem...
lovely flow of rhyme...
I loved this poem
BLOODLIFE
10:07 Mar 13 2011
Great work pure darkness.
ThedarkprinceVvvvV
19:22 Mar 14 2011
very beautiful dear your creativity shows :)