S Poem

 

 

In a darkened room a scared girl
sits,

 

 

With a knife in her heart and
pain on her lips.

 

 

Considering death but already
dead,

 

 

“just give me a gun!” she said.

 

 

But no one heard her, ‘cause
there was no voice,

 

 

Alone In her head, hers was the
choice.

 

 

A battle too hard, a war too
strong,

 

 

she decided she couldn’t go on.

 

 

On antidepressants, but still
sad,

 

 

She hid her real face and put on
one glad.

 

 

Fooling all who saw the mask’s
lie,

 

 

But really, inside, she wanted to
die.

 

 

She knew she was needed, she knew
she was wanted,

 

 

But still the desire of her death
haunted.

 

 

Telling her folks would mean real
hell,

 

 

She would never get out, so she
wouldn’t tell.

 

 

She knew that her life might get
better,

 

 

possibility of not, was stronger,
however.

 

 

The choice changed often, ‘tween
life and death,

 

 

Even, Sometimes, in a single
breath.

 

 

Past mistakes haunting,

 

 

The future daunting,

 

 

she could stand it no more.

 

 

Bloody tears on her face,

 

 

Clasping her, death’s sweet
embrace,

 

 

Is the girl you see right now.