One More Time Around the BlockA Poem by Morrigan SilvaA poem about a girl that is very depressed and becomes suicidal. She soon finds herself making one of the most important decisions in her life. Note:This is NOT about me or anyone I know.
One more time around the block
Before she glances at the clock. Running farther, running fast Hating how she’s always last. Her best friend tells her everyday That everything will be okay. But nothing will get any better if she sits around and waits forever. She drowns in self-loathing, though she’s pretty and smart When will it end and why did it start? Her hearts all locked up and covered in chains While she keeps it inside and chokes on her pain. She saw doctors and councilors, she went to them crying But all of them said that she would be fine. Everything they told her were myths and lies, Can’t you see she’s hurting just look in her eyes! She’s losing herself and losing her mind She needs to relax and simply unwind. She never smiles and rarely speaks If this continues, she’ll be dead in weeks. Stumbling and falling into deeper holes, Pulling away from her family and friends Losing her dreams, never reaching her goals Each day she falls,her mind starts to bend. Feeling alone and feeling depressed she decides to come home and get it off her chest She asks her parents if they miss their little girl, Who used to laugh, and dance, and twirl? But they never notice and they don’t seem to care. They’re never home and they’re never there. Can’t they spare just two seconds and see, What has become of their poor honeybee? Won’t they listen, see what she’s become, Falling apart and coming undone? With no one around, And no one to listen. She makes not a sound As her eyes once more glisten. Desperate for hope, not having a voice, not wanting to mope she makes a fatal choice. But before she follows through, she gives one last try she tries to tell family, her teachers, and you that she's feeling the hurt that she tried to deny But none of you hear and she starts to let go of all things she held dear and her pain she won't show. So she runs back home looking for a way out where she's all alone and she screams, cries,and shouts. Bombarding her mind with her troubles and fears bottling them up and shedding more tears. Maybe she would be better off dead rather than listening to lies in her head. She stands on the chair on her neck is a rope with her feet cold and bare but...how will they cope? With a last breath,she shakes her head and kicks the chair away second later she will be dead now it's too late and she wants to stay. Tugging on the rope and gasping for air all she was looking for was a way out but crushing her lungs is too much to bear but she can barely breathe, let alone shout. She hears the door open and hears her dad's voice and everything is going fuzzy and black now she knows this was a wrong, stupid choice she misses them already and wants to take her life back. In rushes her father and lets her down And cries as he holds her But her body's shutting down Her mother's voice on the phone she sees flashing lights and sirens wailing she's being taken from home her body is cold and paling Her mind is going blurry and she wants to shout She needs them to hurry but she's already blacked out Weeks later she wakes up in a hospital bed overjoyed and relieved that she's not really dead Her parents are with her and happy they're there now she's come to realize that they really do care After she comes back home and fixes her life She's happy once more and free of her strife Where there once was a heart that was empty and broken Now there is love and a heart that's wide open One last time around the block before she glances at the clock running farther running fast leaving behind the painful past Once she was broken but now the door's open in the sky is a lovely rising sun there's no more pain, her real life has begun © 2011 Morrigan Silva |
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Added on May 10, 2011 Last Updated on May 10, 2011 AuthorMorrigan SilvaRegina, Saskatchewan, CanadaAboutHi there. My name is Morrigan Silva. I am 14 years old and I (obviously) LOVE to write. Currently, I am working on a main project: my fantasy novel. Also I am a great poet and have set a goal to form .. more..Writing
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