Gone
The light in her eyes gone
her smooth skin; pale
the way her body moved, all movement; gone
her clean arms; gone, now full of scars
all her blood; drained and gone
veins; no longer visible, they are gone too
her smile; gone
tears; gone
her words, her laughter; gone
shes never going to return; shes gone...
and her memories, her thoughts; gone
The life of the tree,
branches and rope the killer.
She hangs, a chair tipped
her friends will wonder where she went
he family will wonder why she left
He will know why she's gone
He couldn't save her
He was the reason
He was the killer
and when he looks in the mirror
the moonlight making his own skin pale, like hers was that night
he will think of how he fell in love
and how he destroyed her and his only son
and all three of them will be together forever
they will not exists on earth
for they will be a family, reunited and...
gone...
Night
The night an eerie silence
moonlight shines above
the branches shade the light
shaking hands tie the rope
she stands on the chair, it rocks
she's ready
she gives a silent cry
for anyone willing to listen
no one rescues her
a tear glides down, sliding off her check
the night goes still
she wonders, why she can't feel.
Scars run up her arms, to her neck
it'll be over soon
the tree hides her secrets
the note drops
she takes her last breath,
forever...
the chair falls,
the rope, it tightens,
her air gets sucked out
her neck snaps as she thinks how
she will never meet her child
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heartbroken: a compilation
PoetryA series of poems describing the turmoil of loving, breakups, depression, and learning to deal with it. TRIGGER WARNING; talks about suicide, rape, domestic violence and self-harm
