Black lace of seductive lingerie,
Quiet tears falling from quiet eyes,
Cigarette smoke,
Hotel lighting causing an eery glow.
She wishes she was home,
Away from the hell she created,
Doing the same thing everynight,
And crying after men had their petty delights.
Red nails digging into fleshy backs,
Just enough to put food on the table,
She would take it all back if she could,
If she could make the nightmares go away she would.
The stars were covered by storm clouds,
The bathroom floor was covered in empty pill bottles,
She lied face down on the pillow,
She got her wish that night,
To stop living the life she was living,
Because she knew it wasnt right.
Roses by her headstone,
Prayers attached to her name,
Her family and friends realized that night that,
When one life is lost,
All others will never be the same...
please comment
Comments
-
You put your poems together so well. I like the fact that theres truth n them. This is a good poem.
-
I have to say your poem touched me, that may sound wierd considering its a suicidle poem, but yet its not wierd, it was full of purpose and i was intrigued.
-
-
:)
why thank u very much, the thing is, some of its true minus the success in suicide part. yayy my first comment
-
Adding your comment:
