The silent killer that lurks in the dark,
Young or old it takes one's life,
Mistaken by many as a weakness,
Yet little see it as death at the ready.
When the silent pleas go on unheard,
When the calls for help are disregarded,
And when all hope is lost forever,
The silent killer moves in for the kill.
Often misunderstood by the society,
The victim is served no justice.
Dismissed by the cruel world,
As a lost and forgettable case.
Wishing that I were dead,
Voices whisper inside my head.
A silver blade against a wrist,
I whisper you goodbye for I shall cease to exist.
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Poetry#83 in poetry as of April 20,2017 #230 in poetry as of April 14,2017 Feel free to read. Be sure to prepare yourself though because any topic can serve as the theme, whether mellow, bright or dark. It's dedicated to @The_Superwoman since she inspired...
