written on 5-6-17
She sits around
her thoughts consuming her
she blames herself
and say she deserved everything
What does she mean by everything, you ask?
oh the usual
the physical, verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse
Sometimes when these thoughts overwhelm her
she draws
but with a twist
The pencil is made of silver
the color is always red
the paper is always her skin
soon one sliver turns to ten
She no longer has to deal
with the thoughts surrounding her
do you know why?
because ten slivers turns to twenty
Now she's all bloody
her floor is painted red
and because of the thoughts
she's killed herself, cold and dead
YOU ARE READING
Don't Judge People By Their Actions
PoetryThis is a series of poems that I have written within a few days of each other. Most of them are very deep and are about me or other people in general. You are not alone! I love y'all stay strong please! <3
