Poems/Short Stories

When You Die

This poem is not about me, I wrote this while thinking of a friend. That friend didn't die, but that's just the way I ended the poem.
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She looks at her arm at every mark, But the pain just goes straight to her heart, She can't mend the pain of being alone, She can't stand to call this house a home, She tries to forget the pain inside, But every night it eats her alive.

As she sits alone in the silent room, All she could hear was screaming, She begs her demons to go away but they don't plan on leaving, Its in her head, in her heart, in her mind. She feels the tears stream down her face in her time of grieving, She grieved for herself knowing she let the demons win.

Looking down at her arms, Her heart felt no harm, She looked around and she wasn't alone, When she looked up she saw a light glow, She didn't feel the pain inside, Maybe now she'll be able to fly, I guess that's what happens when you die.