Her rage spilled over
Like tea in a cup.
Then she whispered in defeat,
"I think I've had enough."
She crawled into the bathtub
And drug out the blade.
She whimpered in agony,
And a promise was made.
She sliced down her wrists and screamed in pain.
And her blood and the water ran down like rain.
Fists pounded on the door, but it was
Locked....
She withered away
Sinking down into the water.
And even though everyone was mourning,
She was suffering no longer.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoesiaI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
