Wait - M83
Her hand trembles
as she strokes the note
letter by letter
word by word
Her thoughts weigh
on her conscience
diverse voices at war
in the vacuum of her mind
The streams from her eyes
taint the dogeared page
of the note in her hand
blotting the inscription in ink
The spears from the mouths
of her bipolar mom and
uncaring dad won't pierce
through her anymore
A storm brews in her heart
the thunderclaps following
alongside flashes of lightening
ripping her piece by piece
Till there is nothing left
but long lost memories,
a battalion of had I knowns
and a crappy suicide note
She was blamed, even in death
for abandoning the same
people who left her first,
she'd wished them unhappy holidays
A/N: Hello guys!!!! I know it's a bit late but Merry Christmas 🎄.
I hope you enjoyed yourselves this festive season cause I didn't. Please tell me about it in the comments, at least it will lift my spirit a little.
This post is dedicated to Aisha Abdulganyi, a 300L student who committed suicide after being repeatedly tormented by her parents. I wish someone had helped her, or even talked her out of it. But it's done, yet all I know is she was strong even in those final moments. May her soul rest in peace.
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The Scars That Remain
Poetry«#18 in poesia out of 1.1k stories» «29-01-2019» A collection of personal poems and short stories depicting my painful or sad memories, thoughts or midnight musings. Soul wrenching, heart breaking and maybe earth shattering.
