Her pain

As she stays in her Room-

Alone...Drenched in her pain
She cries and shoes her bedroom walls the weight she has to bare
Her feelings coming out in every single sob
Parents fighting and friends forgetting
Thinking she will never be fine any time soon
Thinking she will never find the love she will never gain
Thinking she will be okay...if someone would to show they care
Although...Deep down...to the bottom of her heart she knows-

This will never happen
She will never get the family she wants
The friends she deserves
So she reaches for the handle
The handle of the razor sharp blade
This will be her savior
This will be her relief
This will end her suffering-

This will end her life
She ripes the blade over her wrist
Spilling out her crimson blood-

Within two hours of her death
Only her bedroom walls would speak of the girl's pain and sorrow threat they have witnessed.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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I liked the imagery you brought forth in your poem. It carries with it a sad yet angry feeling to the words. I think the poem might have even a better effect if you let out the line "Within two hours of her death" Idk. Maybe just me, but it doesn't seem to need to be there. xD

Kisses - Ash

[nono]

Very interesting. I think you did an amazing job on it, Very awesome emotion and expression you put into it. I love how you talk about the pain that the walls could only see. That sums the story of the girl greatly.