A murder has been committed
Unfortunately, no one will ever know.
The police will never investigate
The news-sheets will never print
Her sad story.
The murderer is a serial killer
First doing away with trust,
Then pride,
Followed by belief,
Innocence,
Determination,
And finally hope.
No one questions
No one lends a hand
As the self-confidence of a child
Is murdered as they watch.
They watch as she breaks
As she is compared
As she becomes desperate
And ceases to care.
They watch as she breaks
And is reviled, as she cries
And dies a little bit inside
Every day with the passage of time
Then have the audacity to say
She was such a beautiful and happy child.
Nobody questions
Nobody acknowledges
That they saw her decline
That she fell apart slowly before their eyes
They say:
It was all so sudden
We never knew
Even though they heard her cries.
A murder has been committed
Yet the girl still walks, talks, goes through the motions of life
That's good, they all say
Do they see she is hollow inside?
Not a bruise on her
They happily say
As good as new, they even removed the scars
From her arms.
Unseen and unheard
Not a mark on her
Besides the self inflicted
If only the wounds of the soul,
Of the mind could be bared
On the Outside.
YOU ARE READING
I wish you'd listen
PoetrySometimes our loved ones cause us the most grief. And sometimes there's nowhere to run from grief, anger, and anxiety. Growing up can be a difficult journey filled with change, aches, and loss. These poems are the introspective thoughts and memorie...
