Sitting alone in the cool night air,
she gazes at the stars,
so high up there...
silently fighting,
a battle long lost,
the emptiness inside,
finally swallowing her whole.
Sitting alone in the cool night air,
she gazes at the stars,
so high up there...
the tears fall like acid rain,
never will she have,
the only thing she's ever wanted.
Sitting alone in the cool night air,
she gazes at the stars,
so high up there...
craddling the razor,
in her little hands,
knowing what she needs to do,
contemplating her plans.
The stars above,
look down in despair,
as the little girl dies,
in the cool night air...
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I think it's missing something...
Written February 16th, 2006
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ITS NOT MISSING ANYTHING! thats the saddest thing i've read all day! crimony...that was beautiful. cutting is an awful thing. i had a old gf that still does it and i have had to visit her in the hosptal many times. this just makes me think f her. beautiful write my dear.
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Thanks for your comment., I'm sorry you can relate.
This poem is very powerful, emotional, and descriptive, just like Pink-Devil said. I love it, and, unfortunatly, I can relate to it very well. You'll learn that suicide isn't the answer soon enough, I hope. After all, Relief is a feeling-and you can't feel anything if your dead, can you?
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thank you for reading and commenting. It means alot.
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Okay i'm not even gonna attempt to sound as smart as her, so i'll just say this- I comeplty agree with her! Good job
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I think this poem is outstanding. It's very powerful, emotional, and descriptive and I can clearly see everything happening in my mind as I read it. And the rhyming really contributes to it. Truly a wonderful write. Great job! Keep up the amazing work!
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