A girl has no home 
she is no one, but everyone 
she walks down the street 
men look at her, undress her 
her neighbor stares at her window 
at night before she goes to bed 
walking down the street  with a dress 
words like bullets shoot her
her dress unwraps with every "hey ****"
she comes home hurt
barefoot and naked 
walking on a trail of tears 
she lies on her bed thinking 
all he is worth is to 
close her eyes 
       and 
open her legs

The glass is empty, the moon does not shine 
my heart is empty, my body bruising from the emptiness 
the sun does not shine 
Although, I still miss you
the cold pillow next to me screaming for someone to lie on 
I turn to the wall so I don't stare at the void 
no breath, no heartbeat beside my own 
the blanket  covers me, yet I am still cold
I drink water, yet I am still thirsty
my darkroom is empty but your absence fills it 
I lay naked waiting for touch on my body 
the goosebumps on my 
neck,  my *******, to my feet
I go to sleep dreaming
although I wake up in a nightmare 
only to know 
this is my reality.

Death, what most of us fear, a fear that is known, because we know we are going to die but when, unknown. Death can cast a dark cloud on a person but it can also release someone's pain. It can shed some light on their life by letting them go and taking their first breath in heaven, saying their last goodbye and the first hello to the angels above.