2015
To be free from this pain,
That is what she wishes for.
But when opportunity comes knocking,
She's still quick to shut the door.
She knows what she wants.
She's not at all confused.
What she wants is to be free,
Free and no longer abused.
But her wishes are not granted,
And she always feels pathetic.
Though if she were to take her life,
She knows she would regret it.
With blood on her hands
And tears on her face,
She makes one final prayer,
And asks for His grace.
"Please, oh God, take me from this place."
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
