poems of a deranged girl

II- ENDING

her rosy cheeks covered with streaks of tears

her wrists lined with the color of her full lips

her eyes worn out from the failure to shut

her hands shaking from holding on too tight

now her cheek are pale but finally dry

the red has stopped seeping and its source is now dead

her eyes are finally closed after years of no release

and her hands have come to a stop

for she finally committed what she had grieved for so long

the inescapable escape