old poem!!
The faucet begins to run the door is shut and locked her razor sets by the sink the time begins to stop As the …
The faucet begins to run
the door is shut and locked
her razor sets by the sink
the time begins to stop
As the time lapses back
broken dorors are re-opened and
old thoughts are re-hatched
Thoughts begin to circle inside her head
she doesnt feel loved or wanted
she wishes she was dead
"YES" she finally says to herself
no more pain will drip inside me
I can only
hope that death will subside me
Time had begun to unwind the guilt she buried;
and the secrets she harbored
until one day fate met her innocent face
and all these feelings were suddenly wiped away
All her life she heard the same story
of how each person that left her was going to be there
but where are these people now?
I can tell you theyre no where to be found
Imperishable tears stream down her trembled face
her heart is pounding and begins to race
Now she has the razor firmed tightly in her hand
she begins to slash her wrist,
then appears an image of a dear friend
She pauses to set the bloody razor down
looks in the mirror and gazes upon what she has done
Cut after cut
Bloody wrists here and there
But worst of all she sees the never-ending scars that will forever be dear
The blood has poured out like an endless river
she is faint and blacks out
and has no one there to save her
No one can hear the cries unscreamed
No one can feel the tears that are dry...
So now this confused girl has just took her life
Her little sister walks through the door
only to find her sister dead upon the cold bathroom floor
She shrills and screams and holds her in her tiny little arms
she shakes the body endlessly knowing it wont cause any harm
All her fears had come true, her sister is gone
As she lays upon her chest in walks her mom
Her moms reaction was blank
ice cold as a matter of fact
That wasnt the case for the little girl who knew her sister wont come back
As the broken hearted girl looks over herself with shame
she now realized the cause of her unhappiness was her spot to blame.
She was loved;
she had a little sister who loved her dear
now that little girl is left with one one to be there
It comes to show you to look deep inside
you always have someone to love and to confide
The faucet begins to run the door is shut and locked her razor sets by the sink the time begins to stop As the …
day 10 with no razor. yay!
Spent the day with my boys. I actually got a little sunburn. And so it begins.
i wrote it last night!
britknee
I was a little worried when I started reading it, but I love the way you ended it... you know you have someone and something to live for. This is really good. Love ya girl!
jennarink
that is a really gud n powerful poem...xxxx
anon2