A sorrowful cry of pain deep inside,
But with a smile of shame she tries to hide.
The smile is brittle and fragile as glass,
Too fragile to protect her sorrow's great mass.
Sad eyes to match a very sad heart,
She expresses this sadness through words and her art.
To understand her shame is an impossible task,
But nobody even cares to bother to ask.
They assume and decide they know the real deal,
And she closes her lips behind a tight seal.
To argue to plea, to beg or to curse,
She knows that these things will only hurt worse.
She sees through her pain the shame in her life,
And yet again she reaches for her knife.
"I love you all," she says through her tears,
And then slowly but surely she cuts through her fears.
Line after line is carved in her skin,
And the battle to live is a fight she won't win.
She utters a eulogy, her world's last goodbye,
And succumbs to the darkness with a tear in her eye.
**This is a poem that was published by Eber & Wein. I don't remember which book, just that it was one of the "From A Window" series.**
**Something to remember about these... These were written while I was in depression, but I in no way condone suicide. I don't want to glorify it. I was expressing myself, as well as crying out for help at a time when I was very close to ending it all. If you EVER hear someone talking about suicide, please take it seriously. Sometimes a cry for a help is exactly what it sounds like... a cry for help. **
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Peeking Through the Window
PuisiA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
