Pain of the eternal
Given to the sons
Cursed be forever
Fathers of they’re sons
Cursed be forever
Gifts from the beyond
Cursed be forever
Experience of life

This is the end
These words are my last thoughts
Should I lie and say it's something from the past
Or should I say the real reasons
The monsters
Inside of me, a constant reminder
"YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH"
"YOU'RE WORTHLESS"
"YOU SHOULD DIE"
Being with me constantly
What about the ones outside
The stares
The awful words saying
"YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH"
"YOU'RE WORTHLESS"
"YOU SHOULD DIE"
Those words being replayed
Those monsters breaking me down
Now this is the end
I'm burning this note
No one would care
About my suicide note

She wears jewelry around her neck
Diamonds
Suffocating her in her sleep
Bracelets of gold leaving her wrists bruised and blue

Sweet little girl was a gift to a stranger thrice her age
She is warned to never disrespect him, to always put his happiness first
Daddy crying out of happiness
Mommy crying, out of happiness

Everyone cheering and dancing as she is forced on a chair bigger than her, in a dress she should have worn for prom first

At the age of 14 told to act like a woman
Carrying a ring on her finger, soon lives of her own

She fears the night now
As they are cheering in daylight,
There will be no one to cheer at night
Besides him

I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.