Untitled
By unknown_bitch_2003
She sits there... their smiling
(nobody really knows the real her)
acting as if everything is fine
(no one knows she made up her mind)
She is perfect in others eyes
but when she goes home
she isn't the same
her father's
a drunk and
her mothers a druggie
she runs to her room before
they can catch her
slams the door and locks it
she runs
to her bed and gets her only friend
the only thing that makes her
pain go away
a slice at a time that is
she watches the blood drip
slowly down her arm
a beautiful crimson red
she lays down on
her bed
falls asleep forever in her own head
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
Copyright 2011 unknown_bitch_2003
Comments on "Untitled"
Log in to post comments.
-
A former member wrote:
Very... busy. Busy good, I mean; within the few terse lines you say so much. The scholar in me says that the "their" in the first line should be "there"; yet you could mean the subject is baring the surrounding people's joy. So if thats what you meant I'm sorry. Regardless, brilliant piece.
-
A former member wrote:
Especially the end!
-
A former member wrote:
I love you're use of terms from adolescence. And your flow. I'm sorry for your dealings. But you, my friend are a fantastic author. Write on and become who you want to live to be.
-The Creotion