Beautifully Tragic (Poetry)

Scars of a Broken Heart

She sits alone, staring at her phone.

Wishing they would just leave her alone.

All of the texts send and read

Sometimes she wishes she were dead.

She reads the newest one and begins to cry,

Another person wanting her to die.

Something she surely wouldn’t miss,

She didn’t ask for any of this.

She hears a soft knock on her door,

Quickly throwing the phone to the floor.

She can see the pain in her mother’s eyes,

Another look she has come to despise.

Sometime around midnight she leaves her bed,

Too many thoughts running through her head.

She finds herself walking, though she doesn’t know where.

Not giving a worry or care.

She comes to a familiar place in the dark,

A lonesome, abandoned park.

Her favorite lyrics she starts so sing

As she rocks back and forth on the swing.

A song of pain, a song of dread

Another round of tears shed.

She sends out one more text saying goodbye,

Begging them not to cry.

The sun rises, warm on her pale face.

Her eyes frozen in the same place.

She had nothing to lose, nothing to gain,

A simple cut ended her terrible pain.

She only saw the scars as art,

the scars of a broken heart.