Poems are poems , sad ones are written best when happy .
"Hello ?!"
She screamed into the darkness
No one replied
"Whatever!"
she shouted into the darkness
Nothing replied
"Help ..."
She whispered into the darkness
Silence replied.
She sat down and whispered again
"Help me ?"
She asked politely
"Just help this once ?"
"Help me ?"
She couldn't fight the white air
She couldn't fight the screaming
She pulls out her favourite lighter
And sets fire to her being .
The whiteness is consuming
The daylight isn't soothing
She pulls out her favourite blade
Cuts through all the bruising
She can't read or eat or sleep
She can't breathe or bleed or just be
In those few seconds
That beautiful release
In those few moments
That girl is at peace
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The Big Book of Poems
PoetryPoems to be enjoyed on your own , or in company , with a cat or a dog , when you're sad , or when you're happy .
