Sorry if this is wrong, I don't know where to put this thread, so I chose here. Poems are kind of art aren't they.
If i am in the wrong forum feel freeeeee to move me.
Please, if you post poems that are not your own, to write the authors name. Do not claim it as your own lol.
Thankyou, Lisa
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I wrote this one a couple of months ago, hope you like. Its strange, i understand it beacuse it reflects my life.
One Wilted Rose
A wilted rose on the ground
Dead and lifeless, now found
This little plant represents a lot to me
The endless suffering you can't see
The pain and the sorrow
You won't see til tomorrow
The hidden secrets and scars
Glimmers of hope secured in the stars
The violence and abuse
For that there is no excuse
The mini clone inside of you
Telling you what to do
The Hurt and the lies
The girl who wants to die
Untie the strings she holds onto
They keep her alive, just like you
She wants to free her soul and mind
Hide the things she doesn't want anyone to find
Say sorry for her life she feels she has wrecked
Tighten the noose around her neck
Alone in the room she'd cry and cry
In her head she'd wanted to die
She didn't dare ask her friends for the help she needed
So she cut until her whole wrist bleeded
One fateful night her wish came true
Her friends and family didn't have a clue
She didn't want the night to end that way
Talking on her mobile, This is hard to say
She was struck by a car and fell to the ground
The car drove off, no-one was around
She lie dead in the road
Dead and as red as this wilted rose
Her family were shocked by this news
That news and some other news too
They found the scars and cried out their hearts
The unplanned killing that destroyed every part
On rose for each tragic end
For the families who's lives begin to mend
If you feel like she did inside
Ask yourself- Do you really want to die?
©Lisa D