Death

It's everywhere It comes in many forms One example is very clear to all Suicide. No one sees her blackened tears No one notices the cuts on her arms Inching closer to her wrist For she is not afraid No one sees what happens behind closed doors Only open ones. But her door is never open They say the home is the place of comfort But not for her... Her father is strong he beats her daily Her mother has no job Her brother is abusive in more than one way She calls social security but they do nothing. Love has become an imagnary thing for her For he said he loved her But that wasn't true he played her She didn't know it at the time For she was in love with the idea of love Now she is close, just one more cut The blood is warm as it flows from her knife The deed is done, their no more to say She gets on her knees and starts to pray