Despression to Suicide

Pain fills her body

One final tear falls

Blades across her skin

Pills in her hand; down her thorat

Her body falls to the ground

Her body hits the floor so hard

Her mom runs uptairs

Weeping, screaming

"Come back. I'm sorry I didn't listen." Damaged.

Mom sees her body laying on the ground; bleeding.

Pill bottle in her hand empty

Blood stains on the carpet

Eyes opened wide

Nothing, but pain.

Mom feels lost

Her daughter's pain

Her scars bleed out

Mom finds the blade

Cuts herself; and so it begins.

Her favorite flowers fill the room

As people past the death bed;

Rid Morgue

Her corpse body lying there

Death fills the air;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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