She sat there lonely,
A blade in her hand,
A wrist to be sliced,
And memories to be wiped.
Her body shook, scared to die.
But suck it up dear, there's no need to cry.
So, she brought the blade and pressed a little too deep,
And told herself to take the leap.
She took a deep breathe,
And waited for her death.
Going away from all the hatred,
To some place sacred.
She gave up the fight,
With only darkness in sight.
But a scream cut through,
Before she gave up life.
You would think she died,
But all the love made her survive.
She wanted the hurting to end,
To let them know, no one's life could they bend.
A few weeks later, on her bed she sat
But now a smile adorned her face,
As she ignored those comments, and happy and alive.
If not for herself, then for the people who cared.
Today she stands up against them,
Chin held high in pride,
Letting them know she is as precious as a gem,
Standing as high as a peacock's pride,
Angelic as God's guide.
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Cluttered minds
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING! A collection of poems dealing with various emotions of a teenager. "Our minds are a bundle of thoughts, random thoughts that fill our mind in a disorganized manner. Nobody can be in control of this, most of the times not even you." ...
