Poems for the Lonely

A Story

The quiet whispers,
Was all she heard,
When listening by the stairs,
Trying to catch onto each word.

Her parents did this every night,
Their words always sounded cold,
And she experienced this,
At just ten years old.

She soon figured out,
That money was very tight,
They could barely afford food,
And this caused a great fright.

But instead of solving this problem,
The dad tried to avoid it,
He started to drink,
And he started to hit.

Every night he would come home,
Stumbling over his feet,
And the most tragic part was,
His daughter, he would beat.

At first it surprised her,
It didn't seem like her dad,
He changed completely,
He had gone mad.

Of course it hurt,
Every night when he would come,
But eventually,
She just became numb.

People soon found out,
What was going on,
She moved to a different family,
Her dad was gone.

Her new family was nice,
They treated her fair,
Money wasn't a problem,
And they did care.

She was doing well,
But then one day,
People started making fun of her,
Cuz she was gay.

But again she became numb,
Didn't feel a thing,
She was like this,
For the whole entire spring.

She would do anything,
To feel something again,
She tried everything,
She was no longer ten.

She took a new sharp razor,
In her shaking hands,
And dragged it across her wrist,
Which was not planned.

She felt a quick jolt,
A pinch of pain,
And she couldn't get enough,
She was barely even sane.

She started cutting deeper,
Blood came pouring out,
She knew this was what she wanted,
Not a single doubt.

She could finally feel,
Even if it meant she would cry,
But the blood loss was too much,
And she started to die.

But it didn't matter,
Cuz when you die you don't have a drive,
And it will was no different,
From when she was alive.