"Suicidal"

This is a poem I wrote back in high school. I know you like my poetry Teia B, so I posted this for you. Enjoy.

You guys gotta excuse the light amount of entries. Got a lot going on. I promise, there is a lot coming soon.

Poetry is the voice of her eyes and ears. Words that can penetrate another’s heart, causing bloodshed tears. How this person can face hers fears, reinvent herself, and re-step her past destination, into a hateful society she’s facing. She’s lonely in this world, she is the only girl. She’s been through so much She has come to the conclusion, love is worthless, and simply a romantic illusion. She has no mother, raised by her father. So she never understood that without your significant other, life is a lot harder. She cries at night, tears of fright, because she lost her best friend to a stray buller from a gun fight. Hers life was hell, so she kept things to himself. She was so secretive, yet wrote words of great depth. She needs help, but doesn’t have it. She extends out her hand, but it seems like no one wants to grab it. She’s scratching her palms, not sure if hers next action is right or wrong. She has the solution by her side, thinking about her favorite song “My Heart Will Go On” By Celine Dion. “Bang”, the echo of thunder resounds throughout the house. They find her lying dead in the bed with a gunshot wound to the head. And the blood on her spread angrily shouts the words her heart never said. In life, she needed more than what she had. To cure her sadness, she needed a lot more laughs. But now it’s too late. She left an eternal scar on the souls of all the people she knew. She’s gone forever. But the question is, was there something anyone could do?