Beautiful girl,
your smile like a pearl.
Only age sixteen,
your life still unforeseen.
Life's been cruel,
you've become it's fool.
Tear swells in your eyes,
inside your soul dies.
The words they call,
leave you feeling so small.
So useless and alone,
emotions no longer shown.
Not wanting to thrive,
no longer wishing to be alive.
Wrists hidden,
they are scar ridden.
Blades have become the best friend,
helping the tears and pain end.
Blood seeps out,
without a sign of doubt.
This is what you need,
to be momentarily freed.
Hand full of pills,
maybe this time it kills.
Looking in the mirror,
the answer only gets clearer.
Pills pass the lips
and the world tips.
Beautiful girl,
sent the world into a whirl.
Life will never be like before.
Because beautiful girl is no more.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PuisiA collection of poetry written by myself over the years. Although no particular theme is intended, a lot of them seem to be depression based.
