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Breanna Ables Dec 2016
The rain keeps on pounding against your bedroom window.

There a storm, but I guess you wouldn’t know that, it was your favorite type of weather, you loved to watch as the rain fell and lightning struck.

I miss your presence, storms just remind me of you, the way your hands were always cold at the touch and how you came home cloths damped and hair wet.

I call out for you, but all I get is silence. Sometimes I think your still here but reality hits and I realize your gone, and your never coming back.
Breanna Ables Dec 2016
You here that, silence.
The widow next to her son who has been diegnosed with lung cancer.

Hear that, silence.
The boy who listens to his parents fighting.

Hear that, silence.
The teenage girl had swallowed oh so many pills.

Hear that, silence.
The couple struggle with rent when there baby girl of 6 months is crying on the bedroom floor.

Hear that.
Silence.
For the widow, the boy, the girl, and the couple

Hear that,
Silence is timid
Breanna Ables Dec 2016
Suicide plays on my mind,
So many opportunities.
In the bath, when the blade is only a few inches away.
Or at night when everyone’s asleep and the pills just sit on the shelf.

So many opportunities.
Tears fall but you don’t care
I’m just a little girl, i shouldn’t feel this pain.
The screaming and the fighting.

Tears fall, but you don’t care
Im just another broken girl.
I hate the words that you scream.
But I’m just another sad teen.

I’m just another broken girl.
I swallowed the pills.
They see me lay lifeless in the coffin.
You don’t care, you never did. So don’t greeve over my dealth.

I swallowed the pills.
It’s been two years.
You see I had died in vein.
No one remembers the sad teen who took her life away.

Suicide plays on my mind.

— The End —