Her parents are fighting,
Her boyfriend hit her,
Her friends betrayed her,
God won't answer her prayers,
In what should she have faith now?
She hides in her wardrobe,
Hearing her father, bellow in a drunken rage,
She seeks a relief; she seeks a stress allay,
But what is left?
She's too young for alcohol,
She's too smart for drugs,
She thinks, and thinks.
Her eyes pass over a glinting object,
A certain twinkle forms in her eye.
Hypnotised, she holds up her new friend, The Razor's Edge.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
