Unlike my other poems (besides maybe Self Image), this one is a little happier. Enjoy :3
~Nightmare's Angel 3:) )
He pulled up her long sleeve,
A frown pulling on his lip.
Tears spill from her eyes,
Overflowing and rolling down her cheeks.
Waves of fear and shame slammed into her,
Forcing her soul against the walls of her body,
And drowning her heart.
His hands shook as his eyes scanned her arm.
Permanent stories written in the skin
Told a story of sin
And left him with dread.
He didn't know what to say.
The shame overpowered her,
Making her into a living puppet.
She pulled her arms away from him
And slid down her sleeve,
Giving her little comfort.
He didn't ask her to stay,
So she walked away,
Though she didn't want to do anything,
But be at his side till the very end.
A hand shot out and grabbed hers,
Making her turn around.
Tears of pain and guilt fell from his darkened eyes,
Coming from his heart.
She had needed him and he wasn't there.
She had been suffering and he didn't notice.
She had died in front of him,
Dying a slow and painful death,
But he didn't save her.
He fell to his knees,
The ground catching him softly.
He held her hand still, though his own shook slightly.
He looked up at her and spoke his feelings.
Feelings of love,
Feelings of care,
Feelings of guilt,
And feelings of pain.
The words she'd been hoping to hear
Spilt from his lips.
He asked her to stay,
To stay with him
Till the very end.
Her body responded in a nod as a fresh patch of
Tears fell.
He stood up and hugged her,
Vowing that he'd help her get to that better place,
A place away from the knives and blades,
And hurt and aches.
But most importantly,
He promised she wasn't broken,
Just bent.
Beautifully bent.
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