Everyday he loves her, a little bit less.

Her eyes are teary.
her wrists are a mess.
everyday he loves her.
a little less.
she pulls herself up.
and looks around.
tears and blood.
cover the ground.
she stumbles to her room.
and pulls out a gun.
because her broken heart.
had simply won.
no more fear.
no more dread.
no more heart break.
no more hate.
she whispered her goodbyes as  gun shot went by.
her life was a pathetic lie.
all she wanted was a little peace.
all she wanted was for the pain to decrease.

Reviews

[Kathryn]

Another beautifully dark work, Katub :) Your work is brilliant, even if it does make me want to write poetry (yes I'm still fighting it) xD

[Hannah]

I love your writing and you are definitely my favorite writer and I have read many poems and writing and nothing compares to yours. I think you may like my writing I haven't done much, but I think you may be able to relate. I'm 14 by the way.

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Wow!
That was amazingly beautiful :)

[emona]

your stuff is to dark even for me i think im goin to stop reviewing your poems.