Disappear...
People are being abused,
And girls are being used.
Parents are fighting,
And a child is dying.
Blades are becoming best friends,
"When will it end?"
The suffering,
The pain.
The Crying...
What's there to gain?
Lies are being told,
Everyone wants to be held.
Cuts are being made,
They're just afraid.
They're screaming "help me",
A tear is rolling down their cheeks.
No one sees,
No one hears...
Until...
They disappear...
YOU ARE READING
A Dying Flower
PoetryThese poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me...
