Her DayA Poem by Malice Hookmy lost friend
She's not bleeding, she's not bleeding,
And even though the thought is needy, Get a gun, pull the books from the shelves Because, my son, she needs the help. But sitting on the bathroom floor Won't help her in this game anymore. And if she's perusing through the right pages, Maybe you won't last through her young ages. And the shotgun shells being thrown to the ground Only highlights the creases of her ongoing frown, And maybe this will be the last of her phases. Because she's not bleeding, she's not bleeding, And even though she's desperate and needy, Tear open the corked-bottle, take out the pills Because it's the bottom and the last of her spills. But she's not reading right this book, She just knows how to act, how to look. And she can't find the words to justify Her actions, her whispers, the point of her lie. And the water brimming over the edge Just gets hotter and hotter and steams the whole bed. And maybe she thinks that today's her day to die.
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Added on February 10, 2013 Last Updated on February 10, 2013 Author
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