A locked door
A rusty razor
A towel stained with red
A broken mirror
A folded note
A young girl dead
Their emotions tangle
The room began to swirl
She was mommy's perfect angel
And daddy's little girl
Angel wings grew from her back
But soon they were denied
The light had turned to black
This is the day the paper girl died
She'd had enough
Her life was done
The memory lost
Of konan-kun
She used a kunia to get away
From the pain of everyday strife
Most the time it let het astray
And eventually cost her life
Down to hell she descends
The sin she made was unforgiving
She meets her love at demons end
The life she had was not well liven
The dream becomes a reality
As she spends her eternity in pain
At the cost of fatality
Her death was in vain
The regret consumes her
She begs for mercy
The pain overcomes her
Yet she sadly fails
As the story comes to an end
Your heart fills with sorrow
Always know it's not too late
So plan to live tomorow
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The death of Konan
PoetryA poem for my friend who thought of suicide. I write a lot of poetry so I will post more like this. Most of my poetry is about stuff like this
