She wears the pain upon her face
Of painful tears she can not erase
She sits alone in a darkened room
Waiting for a self inflicted doom
She always wanted to be needed
And she cried, begged and pleaded
She looked at the empty bottle she held tight
As her visions started to fade from sight
She closed her eyes and hit the bed
Soon they would find her cold and dead
Author notes
Was in a mood the other day and wrote this short poem
Comments
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wow that is great i loved it! can i ask were the topic cme from?
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I think this is very good hun I started out with rhyme too and then started writing Free form, now I'm trying actual form poetry - keep writing dear
enjoyable read
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i loved the poem all in all
the words went great
as for the flow and all amazing work
short but like i said AMAZING..xoxox
endless-lover -
very short an to the point great write!
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