I looked at her in sadness
trace her cheek with my hand
a silent tear runs down my face,
I held my hands together and I prayed
that God would give her back,
but he never did.

I sat huddled behind a car
they called my name and told me to come out
"You can't hide forever! Such a baby!
Come out now, it'll be worse if you don't!
Freak, everyone wishes you were dead!"
well sometimes, I did too.

I sat slumped in my chair
staring at the giant F on the page,
now everyone knows just how stupid I am
"I always knew you'd be a failure,
you should have listened to me when I told you to quit," the teacher said smugly
while everyone else pointed and snickered.


I cried while he packed his clothes in a bag
never said a word, I learned long ago it did no good,
I didn't look up as he walked out the door
I couldn't stand seeing him leave again
but what drove the knife in deeper
was he didn't even say goodbye.

I begged and pleaded for him not to bring me there
because I knew what would happen if he did,
my childhood would be taken away piece by piece
for hours and hours to his delight
while my family laughed below me and my boogeyman.

I soothed my sorrows alone in a field
with eight cans and a bag to drown out the world
and the nightmares its plagued with
my eyes stared at the stars and thought
that heaven must be real because I'm in Hell.

I tied the knot with shaking hands
tears blur my vision as I sign my name at the bottom of the page,
my fingers tremble as I place the envelope on my bed
while I put the noose around my neck
I try to go through with it and I hate that I can't
but sometimes death is scarier than life,

I pour the pills out into my hand
I stare at them for a moment, hoping its enough
surely this will end it all
once I take them all there's no going back, can't back out now
So I throw them all in my mouth and swallow
but sadly, I woke up the next day.

I held the blade against my vein
and I dragged it across my skin,
leaving a crimson path in its wake
I bled their words and my pain out
until their was nothing left
but emptiness.

I tried so hard
I screamed and begged
called and pleaded
prayed and cried,
but no one ever came
because my plea No one heard

There are things that happen to us and in our pleas for respite, no one seems to be listening

Good poem