The Life
She sleeps on a bed of deceit
Her "friends" betrayed her sacred mind
She has proclaimed bitter defeat
She seemed to think they were kind
The pillow lay wet under her head
Her tears hit the pillow one by one
Her head, drowned in the same tears
Sunk through the pillow like an anvil
Her body used to be light
Now it weighs more than a whale
Her crown has been stripped from her head
It's jewels strewn across the floor
The band shattered into millions of pieces
Her castle torn apart
On her throne sits a stone
Fires rage in the village nearby
Their screams heard for miles
But she couldn't hear it
Her "friends" kingdom had attacked
And now they are bringing more
The red river flows
Through the pale sand
And a sharp, silver hoe
Draws down the sand
Revealing the river
Cries can be heard
As rain falls into the desert
A cloud comes down washing away some of the river
But it overflows again
The river eventually becomes solid
And the sand covers it again
The lumps in her throat
Moving with the liquid that burns it
The pipe at her lips
Making her cough
The pain in her forearm
Then she flew
Now a pipe down her throat
Sucking out her guts
Then another
At her nose
Shoving air in
The line goes flat
They try to lift her
But its to late
She left....
Her mother, drinking her tears away
Not coming home some nights
Her father, cries everyday
And wants a divorce
Her brother, works
To make up for lost money
Her sister,
Her poor little sister
Starts the same habits she had
This is why
You don't use people
Don't be their "friends"
Unless you actually want to be
Their friend
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Poems
PoetryJust some Poems I wrote and am writing. These poems are how I keep myself from being depressed and I want to see what the community thinks of them