The rain falls
from up in the sky
much like the tears,
the tears she will cry
"You're beautiful, my dear"
is what they say
even though they do not know her
"we want you to stay"
But she is unsure
She wants it to end,
all the pain and hate
that caused wounds, unable to mend
You begin to notice
how she smiles no more
but it's too late for her
Sadness flows through her each and every pore.
She holds the rope
a blade in hand
"We love you, darling"
they do not understand
she takes the blade
and with her broken mind
she writes with crimson red
soon, her limp, dead body they'll find
with pen in hand
she writes her note
tears blur her vision
her pain and sadness she had wrote
"I must do this, this is the end"
her tears fell like rain drops; so very hard
"no one can help. No one can understand,
their words leave my body tortured and scarred."
She takes the pills
and ties the rope,
she cries and she realizes,
there has never been hope.
And so ends her tale
as her parents stumble in
they see her note hanging with her
fastened with a pin.
Dear readers, I do not wish to cause alarm with my poems and writings. I do not plan to claim my own life. However, I do struggle with depression and this is a way to release the tensions of my day. Do not fret, I imply nothing with these writings.
