Her Suicide
Her
skin was torn,
That simple relief flew by so fast.
Her eyes
were worn,
She knew she would never last.
It’s time to mourn,
The sweetness of her past.
She never asked to be born,
Never asked the pain to be so vast.
Yet
they had sworn,
Promising it would
pass.
The lies she was
told,
Cost her a knife.
Wasn’t near old,
When she
took her own life.
By Cheyenne Nicole Carey.
Her Suicide Her skin was torn, That simple relief flew by so
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Nov 1, 2014 11:20pm
