A Dead Girl WalkingA Poem by HeidiCoxA poem from the point of view of a suicidal teenagerSunlight stains my room Of gloom. This is the place where sin commits and blood spits Battered books and dried up pens Finger smeared glass, when looks mattered. Biscuit crumbs lodged in floorboards, blinds closed shut becomes Her sleepy eyelid, I shall not see the life that grows on the ash tree Or follow the pigtailed laugh and scream As they chase the daisy-daydream. In my wardrobe the snakes hiss around my neck, Lucifer's grip, O this bliss kiss Of her blessing, this cruel undressing as I peel the layers of my skin, with the help of my safety pin. They say when it rains it pours, But it's just my growing pains. If they say life's a stage, then I'm the clown Who will drown in God's tears Swept away, from you Along the river of 'someday'. You've left me in the rubble The last child to be picked up from school, a mistake I predict A plastic chair, the comprehensive snare The classroom roofs rise into the air like unmarked gravestones They are the pave stones for our future hope My narrowing noose tied from rope. I will be a beautiful corpse Beneath the sleeping pill petals of roses red and violets blue "Who knew that she was thinking like this, That she was sinking through quick sand, out stretched hand Before you fall too far, out of reach It's a figure of speech." I've found my Zanzibar, shooting star, back seat in a speeding car That fills my silent void, violent paranoid shrills to survive... Look out beyond the sky, O my the swifts fly high to catch the drifts of air I breathe, again and again Back when, I was alive © 2017 HeidiCoxAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 14, 2017 Last Updated on May 14, 2017 Tags: Depression, sadness, coping, suicidal, teen |