literature

Death

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Tears drip from my face
salt stains my skin
my anger grows
with the drip drop of salty tears.

"Why me?"
I always ask myself
"Why do I always have to be abused?"

I am not alone,
I know,
but I am the lone victim
of a long lasting vendetta,
a hatred that I have long since had.

The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darker
anger fills my veins
as I hold up a knife.

A voice screams "KILL!"
and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"

As I drop the knife
I fall to my knees,
and sob silently.

All the people I hold dear
are to far away.

I have nobody,
not a person near,
that can help me.

Please,
oh please,
help me stay safe.

My body is reckless,
and my mind is scared.

My fears will have taken over
and my life will come to an end,
as I drown in a river of sorrow.
I am really depressed and I just needed to let some of it out and this was the best way that I could at this moment in time. I can't wait to go to my friends house next week because then I can get away from my sister and her bratty son that doesn't have any respect for anything r anyone. I do not own rights to the picture. I got the picture from WhenAngelsCries.
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WhenAngelsCries's avatar
Love the poem, hope you feel better soon. Thanks for the credit