Help her
There's a girl who's falling
She stalled for as long as she could
But incased in a velvety darkness
A cloak worn by the slained
Her heart tinted with shame
Meeting a end she didn't deserve but you couldn't tell her that.
The innocenes that was lost
Down the drain
"Oh Why God Why?"
Where the cries she cried
For this was something real not another lie
For she couldn't bare losing another piece of her soul
Or she'd lose her brain
Scared of the pain
In which running from she ran to
Reaching out to grasp her hand you try to save her
But as you feared she lets go and begins to fall
This being the most unbearable it seems in slow motion
Oh how she will be missed
But you come to realize you can't save those that don't want to be saved
And with that in mind
No one will ever be the same.
YOU ARE READING
The Pain In His Words
PoesiaI live with Suicidal ideation,in other words "Suicidal thoughts ". I write as my way of fighting back.When the world is trying to kill me, and my mind is doing the same.
