Why do you feel the need to use her
As your punching bag? She’s a human all
The same, you left marks on her body which
Screams out your name
Scars foretold a story,An abusive boyfriend and
A marked up girl, her life going in an endless
Downward swirl.
Everyone in school saw them as the
Perfect couple to be but they
Never knew that she felt so powerless,
So weak
Her friends never saw the marks, the tears she cried.
She always hid her pain behind makeup and candy
Coated lies.
No one to turn to she felt all alone, her parents were
druggies and she ran away from home.
Her aunt was cruel, made the poor girl
Cry even more, called her names ,even a whore
To afraid to call for help, more pain she had to endure,
School was even harder, she felt as if she couldn’t
Take anymore.
But she tried to stay strong and told herself
That she belonged. She begged her boyfriend
To try and get help but he did not go along.
Little did she know he actually
Took the advice, he didn’t want to
Tell her because he thought it
wasn’t right.
The girl went back to her
Aunts house and stayed in her
Room, checked her email
And thought she was doomed.
The email read “I have to let you go”
And she wondered why he didn’t say so.
She was so hurt to know that the one
She loved with all her heart didn’t
love her back. So she ran to the bathroom
Taking her blade with her, went through the medicine
Cabinet and got some pills telling her aunt
That she was ill.
she knew that It was the end.
he was the only person she had left
to turn to But now she lost him.
Filling the tub with Luke warm water,
She stepped in and took a breath, she knew it was her
End but how afraid she was of death. She carved his name into her arm and watched as the blood poured out the wound.
It stung so much so she took pills to numb her soon.
Drowned, mutilated, and overdosed, her soul was soon set free.
Tortured no longer, in a better place. Heaven sent and heaven bound,
her path to happiness would soon be found.
well its better than my other poems..and it did take me a while to write so i hope it was at some point to some degree enjoyable. i would apreciate your feedback on my poem mean or nice but atleast back up your reason...thank you
As your punching bag? She’s a human all
The same, you left marks on her body which
Screams out your name
Scars foretold a story,An abusive boyfriend and
A marked up girl, her life going in an endless
Downward swirl.
Everyone in school saw them as the
Perfect couple to be but they
Never knew that she felt so powerless,
So weak
Her friends never saw the marks, the tears she cried.
She always hid her pain behind makeup and candy
Coated lies.
No one to turn to she felt all alone, her parents were
druggies and she ran away from home.
Her aunt was cruel, made the poor girl
Cry even more, called her names ,even a whore
To afraid to call for help, more pain she had to endure,
School was even harder, she felt as if she couldn’t
Take anymore.
But she tried to stay strong and told herself
That she belonged. She begged her boyfriend
To try and get help but he did not go along.
Little did she know he actually
Took the advice, he didn’t want to
Tell her because he thought it
wasn’t right.
The girl went back to her
Aunts house and stayed in her
Room, checked her email
And thought she was doomed.
The email read “I have to let you go”
And she wondered why he didn’t say so.
She was so hurt to know that the one
She loved with all her heart didn’t
love her back. So she ran to the bathroom
Taking her blade with her, went through the medicine
Cabinet and got some pills telling her aunt
That she was ill.
she knew that It was the end.
he was the only person she had left
to turn to But now she lost him.
Filling the tub with Luke warm water,
She stepped in and took a breath, she knew it was her
End but how afraid she was of death. She carved his name into her arm and watched as the blood poured out the wound.
It stung so much so she took pills to numb her soon.
Drowned, mutilated, and overdosed, her soul was soon set free.
Tortured no longer, in a better place. Heaven sent and heaven bound,
her path to happiness would soon be found.
well its better than my other poems..and it did take me a while to write so i hope it was at some point to some degree enjoyable. i would apreciate your feedback on my poem mean or nice but atleast back up your reason...thank you
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