The dust bunnies danced
And the moon shone bright. The wind was a whisper On that warm spring night. All of the parents And children in bed. One teenage girl With wild thoughts in her head. Run to the city Chase her dreams and hopes. A fantasy of a new life Is how she copes. Her boyfriend of new Is on the phone. Something’s not right She knows by his tone. The cat is meowing And the dog’s sound asleep. Alone in her room The girl starts to weep. She hangs up the phone After he does, of course. Her heart is breaking He shows no remorse. She’ll teach him this time He’s not the first to do this to her. On a starry blue night Her mind starts to stir. Pills, guns, Razors or knives. So many teenage girls Have taken their lives. But she’s not like them She’s going to be bold. She’ll teach them all a lesson Her story will be told. Blood on her arms, Her clothes and the floor. Blood on the phone And blood on the door. She’d tried to call him To show him her pain. She’d changed her mind and wanted help Her efforts in vain. She hits the floor with a thud The noise goes unheard. All the parents and children And none of them stirred. The dust bunnies danced And the moon shone bright. The wind was a whisper On that warm spring night. Age 17 |
Dark Thoughts
Here's my warning- some of these poems were written at a very dark time in my life. In my youth I struggled with depression, including suicidal thoughts, and self-destructive behavior, including bulimia. If graphic descriptions are upsetting to you, you may not want to read some of these. I choose to share them because I know, sadly, others have felt the same way. I want them to find comfort in knowing they are not alone, and hope in seeing that the misery does not have to last forever. A decade ago, if someone would've described how blessed my life would be now, I would never have believed them- but it is. I am at peace and happy. I have overcome with the help of Christ- His hope & healing know no boundaries. ArchivesSubcategories
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