Without and within,
She’s covered in sin,
And the world has cast her aside.
Within and without,
Her head’s filled with doubt,
And it’s eating her up inside.
A time and a place,
She gives out disgrace,
To all who have broken her heart.
A place and a time,
She commits her crime,
As she rips the whole world apart.
A tear and a cry,
She’s hurt by the lie,
That everyone seems to be telling.
A cry and a tear,
Caused by her fear,
And her pain is so very compelling.
A knife or a gun,
She tries to choose one,
Through the voices inside of her head.
A gun or a knife,
She plans to end her life,
She wants nothing more than to be dead.
To die or to live.
It’s hard to forgive,
And the pain in her heart overwhelms.
To live or to die.
It’s hard not to cry,
And her life sometimes feels like hell.
A choice and a plea.
She now can see,
That to die is to give up too soon.
A plea and a choice.
With her weakened voice,
She says that she’ll live through the doom.
The Struggle
All I say about this one is hard times on the soul.
Ianthng, 9 months ago
Precise , and , ultimately, Optimistic! I loved it!
“He who has never contemplated suicude has never really lived!”
Someone else said that, but you made it poetry!
I don’t like poetry much, but yours is good!
If and when I learn to use this machine, I would like to send you bit of prose describing the same experience – and thankyou for sharing yours
Ian