No crime is as bad as the crime of silence
More devastating than murder, more hurtful than violence
Takes more away from someone than the most skilled thief
Causes more guilt, more hurt, and more grief
No matter what you did, you didn't try hard enough to save her
From the burns on her skin or the scars from a razor
From the noose around her neck, causing her to choke
From the hearts of her family that your silence broke
You knew she was hurting, you knew she was in pain
But you let the blood be washed away by the rain
The burden is now your's, her death is your fault
Because you made it worse, on her cuts you sprinkled salt
YOU ARE READING
Forest of Stanzas
PoetryA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
