No Beauty in Death
The world is a beautiful thing,
So full of light,
Colors,
Life.
The world is a dirty thing,
So full of dark,
Ugly,
Death.
The word is a horrible place,
So why live it?
"Don't do it," They say,
Don't do it, girl.
Remember the beauty.
She can't remember the beauty.
All she remembers is dirty,
Dark,
Ugly death.
Welcoming death.
"Don't pull the trigger.
Don't slit your wrists.
Don't do this to us.
What about me?
What about how I feel?
The depression,
Anxiety,
Rape.
Now what?
I live like none of this,
Not a fucking thing,
Happened.
Not the rape I suffered,
Years I suffered,
And what do I get?
Pills.
In a little white cup.
So fuck you,
I'll do whatever the hell I want.
You can't control me anymore."
She faced her mother,
Therapist,
Police officer,
Then remember.
Remembered the beauty.
Lush, green grass
Where she once laid.
Vibrant sunsets setting
Over her and her friend.
Her friend.
His dark chocolate eyes,
Raven hair,
Gorgeous smile,
Safe feeling of being in his arms.
I love him.
He doesn't love me.
She stood,
Gun in mouth,
Then started to remember
Horrible things.
Her father came,
Raping her every night
From six to 11.
She was just a little girl.
Dark, dark love.
Her friend laughing
"I love you,"she told him.
He didn't know she was serious.
She cocked the gun,
Her mother stepped forward to stop her,
And the police officer
Shot her in the arm
As her mother screamed,
"Stop my baby."
The gun fell,
Striking the floor.
Bood dripped from her arm
As she smiled.
"Shoot me again!"
She screamed as she hit the floor,
Raising the gun with
Her shaking let arm
Straight for her mom.
Everyone froze.
Not a sound was made.
"Let me die," She said,
"Put me out of my misery.
Pain only can stay for so long.
Let me die."
No on did a damn thing
As she put the gun to her head
And pulled the trigger.
So full of light,
Colors,
Life.
The world is a dirty thing,
So full of dark,
Ugly,
Death.
The word is a horrible place,
So why live it?
"Don't do it," They say,
Don't do it, girl.
Remember the beauty.
She can't remember the beauty.
All she remembers is dirty,
Dark,
Ugly death.
Welcoming death.
"Don't pull the trigger.
Don't slit your wrists.
Don't do this to us.
What about me?
What about how I feel?
The depression,
Anxiety,
Rape.
Now what?
I live like none of this,
Not a fucking thing,
Happened.
Not the rape I suffered,
Years I suffered,
And what do I get?
Pills.
In a little white cup.
So fuck you,
I'll do whatever the hell I want.
You can't control me anymore."
She faced her mother,
Therapist,
Police officer,
Then remember.
Remembered the beauty.
Lush, green grass
Where she once laid.
Vibrant sunsets setting
Over her and her friend.
Her friend.
His dark chocolate eyes,
Raven hair,
Gorgeous smile,
Safe feeling of being in his arms.
I love him.
He doesn't love me.
She stood,
Gun in mouth,
Then started to remember
Horrible things.
Her father came,
Raping her every night
From six to 11.
She was just a little girl.
Dark, dark love.
Her friend laughing
"I love you,"she told him.
He didn't know she was serious.
She cocked the gun,
Her mother stepped forward to stop her,
And the police officer
Shot her in the arm
As her mother screamed,
"Stop my baby."
The gun fell,
Striking the floor.
Bood dripped from her arm
As she smiled.
"Shoot me again!"
She screamed as she hit the floor,
Raising the gun with
Her shaking let arm
Straight for her mom.
Everyone froze.
Not a sound was made.
"Let me die," She said,
"Put me out of my misery.
Pain only can stay for so long.
Let me die."
No on did a damn thing
As she put the gun to her head
And pulled the trigger.