Happy

She was never like the rest,

Hidden in the shadows, she held her breath,

Afraid,

Shy,

A light in the dark that was slowly fading,

She never wanted the cards she was dealt,

Dealing with parents that never cared,

Dealing with a brother whose hands just couldn't keep to himself,

She had tears that burned and a voice that she just couldn't seem to project,

She hid her scars,

She hid her heart,

Though full of life,

Was being drained,

One day she stepped out on an icy grass covered grave,

There she lay,

The thought that if maybe she was brave enough she could be free,

She could rest,

She could smile,

She whispers "It should never have to be this way"

So on April 5, 1947 she took the lives of the people who stole hers

She stole their light,

Their happiness,

And though she felt she should have remorse,

She just couldn't help but smile,

To gleam,

To, 

For once,

Be happy.

Author's Note

I have not been able to post for a while so i hope you enjoy:)

Reviews

[Dina K.]

What a remarkable write Tori! I really enjoyed this, especially how everything changes in the end and she finally gets her closure...

[AaronFreitas]

This is an awesome write Tori! I love how the write was geared towards all these dark things then it turned in to she stole their light and then came her happiness. Love the creativity :)

[Tori]

Thank you:) Like I said in the previous comments I did not want to end the poem on a note of her death because when I started writing this I felt as if she was stronger than she really believed to be.

[Matching Socks]

Deep subject, I've often wondered if ending the lives of those that harmed you would truly be worth it.
I suppose their might be some closure, but then you've got blood on your hands.

It's a tough call and I applaud you for going there with this piece. It's sure to draw some opinions. :)

[Tori]

Yes, I too have often wondered that myself and to me I do not think that I would be able to take any life.

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she is the product of neglect and abuse and when she weighed the odds, it was better to remove the scourge from her life than to take her own... it's depressing to know that the first part of this poem speaks about an awful truth for too many who end up lying beneath the icy grass on the grave... sad, but well-done!

[Tori]

Thank you, I know I have had a lot of people that I have seen go through this but I did not want to end this poem with her under the grave but yet the people who brought her to her choices.

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Yes... it is definitely a different perspective that makes us think about punishments fitting wrong-doings...