I'll Only Be Me -Poetry Book

For the Last Time

For the Last Time.

For the last time,

tears will stop running down her face;

Stinging tears of anguish,

The kind that leaves her blood red eyes open,

searching for a way to be released from her burning soul.

For the last time,

She’s going to be told that she is ugly;

Words that stab deeper than the sharpest sword

Twisting their way into her heart,

as she struggles to breathe from the influence.

For the last time,

She’ll stop pretending.

Whispering, “everything’s okay,”

As she drowns under the deepest waters,

Unable to lift her head and breathe,

Breathe the feeling of freedom.

For the last time,

She’ll lay and close her eyes

The gun to her head

She’ll clasp the trigger tightly

A blood red river trickling down her neck

The soul has been lifted,

For the last time.