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5. Valentines Day

All thanks to P.B Shelley, Valentines Day and @Travis-Atherton, I came up with a freaking long poem. I never knew that I actually had it in me. Well this poem of mine is written in a new style rather than the normal four line stanzas which I write. Yeah well I was INSPIRED by Travis ... 

Thank you to Fraz SENPAI to edit this piece! :D

VALENTINES DAY

"Lily look after the house,"
said her mamma out loud.
Dressed in her finest gems,
she left the house, for her date.
On the Valentine Day.

Mamma's face held a smile,
one that blurred her sense of sight.
For she did not see the sadness
her daughter beheld, since the past year,
on the Valentine Day

"Bye mum," Lily spoke out
Loud enough to express her glee
but discreet enough to hide the pain.
The wounds inside were reopened,
on the Valentine Day.

She waved her hand to say goodbye,
both, to her mum and to the world.
It was a shame that it all had come down to this,
that she had lost all of her bliss,
On the Valentine Day.

As her mother enjoyed her treats,
Arrays of compliments and assorted sweets,
There was Lily at home being torn,
Terrors of a day so forlorn,
on the Valentine Day.

Lily's face strewn with tears,
her mascara flowed in rivers.
She took the blade in her hand,
And readied herself for the end
On the Valentine Day.

She stood in front of the mirror
Naked, to examine the marks
and the downright deep scars,
As she muttered to herself "Alas!"
On the Valentine Day.

The memory so distant for all,
Still flickers in front of her eyes,
How her light of life was snatched,
Right in front of her sight,
On the Valentine Day.

Mum had said it was alright,
No, but it was not.
Since mum didn't know the reason,
Why Lily's father was found dead,
On the Valentine Day.

Only if mum had ever known,
That her father was not a sweatheart,
Rather a cruel man behind the mask,
Then maybe things would've been alright
On the Valentine Day.

On 14th February 2013,
On another cheerful day in Montreal,
The atmosphere was spreading love,
In all houses but one,
On that Valentine Day.

Father had come home early,
And was as drunk as a crank,
As her mother had gone out to shop,
Lily was alone at home with that man,
On that Valentine Day.

It was the first time back then,
That she had ever got a Valentine,
And she was so rejoiced.
Alas, but who knew it was her last
On that Valentine Day.

And the tragic hour started,
As the clock struck four.
Yes it was a tragedy,
As her own dad had raped her,
On that Valentine day.

She had thrashed and struggled,
Against the drunken beast,
As he continued to thrust,
The innocence out of her sheath,
On that Valentine Day.

And then when he was done,
The drunken beast tossed her away,
And fell into a deep slumber
Rendering her broken
On that Valentine Day.

Yes she had heard the tales,
That the man who did this once,
Was bound to do it again.
And then the flame to kill was born
On that Valentine Day.

And then everything turned into a blur,
Ah yes! She remembers holding the gun,
and she remembers the oozing blood
The blood which calmed her senses a bit
On the Valentine Day.

But even after that being done,
Her body had lost its purity,
Her judgement had lost all clarity,
And then, she cut for the first time,
On that Valentines Day.

Lily shivered as she remembered,
The proceedings of the day so unfortunate,
Which had made her so delirious,
As nobody knew what had happened,
On that Valentines Day.

Her last words with her own blood, were written
On a neat little blotting paper,
And she smiled to herself and said,
"Now somebody will know,"
On the Valentine Day.

"Oh my! What a waste of precious life,"
The angels of despair said from above,
As Lily stepped in the tub
And the water tickled her skin,
On the Valentine Day.

'My mother never really got to know,
How her cruel husband died,'
And with that thought in her mind,
She cut deeply on her wrist,
On the Valentine Day.

She closed her eyes and felt,
The life being sucked out of her.
Counting in her never-understood mind
The slow steps towards death,
On the Valentine Day.

It's not about love for all,
On the Valentine Day.

Don't look at me like that people, even I didn't know I could write a freaking 'Iliad'. This story was kinda stuck in my mind for ages and well today I found the frustration to write it, but yeah typing it gave me a headache. 

I hope you people liked it. Vote, Comment, and give me feedback on whether you liked it or not.

Sorry, I am kinda out of funny endings... xP

And now remove your feels out by listenning to the song on the top...(scrolling is an ass let me tell you xD)