Curtains: A Poem

Curtains

       

Comfortably she lies, in a bed of white satin,

Oblivious to the chairs that are going to be sat in.

She looks so beautiful, dressed in her Sunday best.

Smiling, with her hands folded across her chest.

Slowly, her visitors start to arrive.

They mourn over the girl, of life she is deprived.

Kiss the rose and throw it down, and say their final farewells,

Wipe their tears and listen to the chiming of the bells.

They are grieved, and as they wipe their tears,

They think of all the clues that were shown over the years.

Ignored clues of course. That was their mistake.

This won't be a happy ending. They were too late.

It clawed at her heart, stabbed at her brain

No one tried to help, so she slowly went insane

It wasn't the right choice. Please hold on

Because life is already short without the curtains being drawn.

The bereaved family finally leave their sweet,

Separated from her by a mere six feet.

"She should have asked for help!" they cry as the teartracks glisten,

She really tried to, but you wouldn't fucking listen.

You called her lazy, selfish, searching for attention,

She'd paint in red on her skin, though she tried not to mention.

One day she polished off the candy and drank to quench her thirst,

Knowing her life had been nothing but cursed.

Left a note goodbye, and without being reckless

Put on her favourite dress, topped with a rope necklace.

Outside it was Sun, but inside was thunder,

She closed her eyes and smiled, off to her eternal slumber.

The curtains closed fully, hiding her behind,

Because no one bothered to reopen them in time.

She was bereaved, and now so are they,

It wasn't their fault but they feel like it may

Have been. She didn't do the right thing at all.

But that's what she could think of. She had no one at all.

Her life was a play that she didn't rehearse for,

So she closed the curtains, without anyone calling encore.

Think of your child, friend, family and don't ignore their cries.

They could be fighting demons that are brawling deep inside.

Give them hope, keep their faith alive,

Because if not, you may not call the number in time.

And for you people like her, don't make her mistake,

It'll get better someday. You may just have to wait.