PLEASE NOTE: This poem contains suicidal/self-harm/triggering content. Read at your own risk
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She sat alone, on a bed in her home.
Alone in her room, where the darkness would loom.
At first it was subtle, very easy, very small.
Her thoughts were its meal, giving it the power to destroy all.
All of her, and everything she wanted to be.
Ripping her apart without any kind of mercy.
One day it drove her to cut her own skin.
Over and over and over again.
Until she bled out, the red staining the room.
Before her parents knew it, it led to her tomb.
The mother was distraught, the father a mess.
Yet through it all, they couldn't see the darkness.
The darkness got bigger and hungrier, so it seemed.
It needed new prey, so it thought and it schemed.
"The mother, the father, how perfect!" it thought.
They never even realized the damage that it brought.
Fight after fight, each blaming the other.
They were so distracted they forgot about the brother.
The brother was much to young to understand.
Too young to understand what was at hand.
He didn't understand why all they did was fight.
After his sister disappeared on that very special night.
She was turning 16, coming of age.
Yet the day ended in sadness and rage.
But the boy could see the darkness, that was quite clear.
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I'm Only Human
Puisi❝The greatness of humanity is not in being human, but in being humane.❞ -Mahatma Gandhi This book is a collection of poems. Some are happy, others aren't. Please respect this, and heed my warning of mature/triggering content.
