Edison's hand in death:
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time."
- Thomas. A. Edison
That little girl believed in all he said,
Because of this she was left for dead.
She refused to give in,
Because to her it was a sin.
Her weakness left her longing for powers,
Now upon her grave they rest their flowers.
She adapted things within her life,
Only to be left with her fathers knife.
Holding onto razor and pill,
Don't you realise words can kill.
She tried to seem strong and stable,
Up until she was no longer able.
It wasn't Edison that tore her down,
It was the repetition of 'Please just drown!'
He aided her in her fight,
Ending her life at midnight.
She believed in the words that people said,
And believing in them left her dead.
So before you go to hurt someone,
Think that they might not live on.
Process what you go to say,
They might not be here to reflect on yesterday.
Take the time to see what you've done,
Because of you she died young.
A few simple words spewed from a cup,
And in the morning she doesn't wake up.
Because you had to be the one to fear,
You tore apart her family here.
You had to be hurting someone,
And now a mother's daughter is gone.
Torn from the world that was so cruel,
All because you had to rule.
Now a family cries at night,
Because their daughter won her fight.
From baby to teenager she grew,
Up until the day she met you.
You tore down all her walls,
To torment her through the halls.
Because of you she cannot grow,
And is buried six feet below.
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Something Special
RandomEvery one has their own story; their own pain. But one was written so badly, she decided to end the story. Making one of her own, writing in her own, and living in her own. Until a man dares to change it.
