Her Drug

Not sure why I wrote this one.

If she had a choice of how she would die 

Lithium would be her drug 

Though to everyone she will deny 

Her answer always a shrug  

No mercy bestowed to her 

No pity for the freak 

Her life a painful blur 

No sounds but strangled shrieks  

Cheeks satined with 50 thousand tears 

Bruises cover her soul 

No one to soothe her fear 

Thier words leave her no control  

Lost in her own world 

Stumbling, tripping, falling down 

Her new wings unfurled 

No one to keep her around  

Author's Note

Not sure why this was written

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

I love the imagery in this poem.

[Kelly Taylor]

I love the rhyme scheme. The imagery is great as well, and the poem flows naturally. Great job!

[Ashimoto]

This poems reminds me of myself.