It covered the sheets
the walls
her arms, thighs, and sides
it was everywhere but where it was supposed to be.
The small girl who had never hurt anyone
had broken and hurt herself
sawing away the innocence she used to protect her.
Her hair covered the pillow
the pills fallen beside her
swallowing her pride
she breathed in,
she lay screaming
No one could hear her
the house was empty
the streets bare
she was finally alone
She laid for hours
wishing To die
the blood never stopping it's flow
Finally the car pulled into the street
she sat up, walking blankly to the shower
wishing she could melt, flow down the drain
and maybe finally she'd be free.
The door slammed open,
drunk parents raving
tears falling.
it'd be another night she took care of them
another night her secret would be safe.
she swallowed another pill before going to them
fixing them food
changing their clothes
turning on their favorite show.
they never noticed their broken little girl
she disappeared as soon as she had come,
tired of the routine
she pretended to fall asleep
she turned, crying
She could hear every movement they made
every word they spoke
they called out for each other in soft tones
she'd never know that tone of voice
not directed at her
just each other.
waking up the house was empty again,
the floorboards creaking as she walked to the kitchen
She opened the bottle, she drank
she emptied it and grabbed another
and another
until finally the pills kicked in
and she fell asleep
her arms still bleeding
Maybe finally she'd be free.
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My Sad-Depressing-Poetry
PoetryRandom poems that aren't too cheerful? I accept all comments (good or bad) about my work and I encourage negative comments Notes: If there is any word(s) that would normally be capitalized within the poems and it isn't. I assure you that was on pu...
