Banished from all of society, she sits and sulks and ponders on her impaired dreams and broken visuals. Looking out a window of broken hope, she thinks about her life and how worthless she thinks she is to the world. She seems not to mind all of the yelling and screaming that her parents are doing from the other room because she seems not to notice. Minutes later, the commotion is still in progress and she has finally had enough. She screams and, as usual, no one hears her. Her eyes wander over to the glistening blade on the desk and she determines her future by one simple motion. The crimson river flows onto the sheet as she smiles her last smile and draws her last breath. She takes the time to thank her mother and father for her screwed up life, to thank her mother for being addicted to drugs and for selling all her prized possessions just to support her drug habit, to thank her father for giving her an emotional breakdown when she found out she was pregnant and it was his baby and then abusing her and her child. She slowly fades away and, to her, that is the best thing that could have ever happened.
Author notes
Written April 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- Choices for the Indescisive. by Junkie-Heart.
350 points, ended August 9, 2006, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Truly Amazing
Whoa.Thats really deep.It makes me think that this could happen to someone.It makes my shitty life sound like paradise.Its a great poem keep up the good work and thanks for joining my group.Later. -
oh nooooooooo, this has not happened to me. I was just bored and kinda in the writing mood, so thats what I came up with. Thank you for commenting my poem!!!
-
Good.
Um. Nice writineg style. -
hey thats a really great poem. this poem makes me think of my mothers childhood. great write
-
Awesome
Its ironic that that poem is beautiful because it is such a tradgic story. It is written really well and tells the reader all about this girls life without being too boring in the sense of she had a mother who was a drug addict, she had her fathers baby. You made it really really personal, which worries me. I hope that this hasn't happened to you.
Well done on the awesome poem.
xxx ooo
Megan
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
4 old applause
