Every morning is the same.A Poem by Beck Louise
Drenched in regret,
but showing no remorse, She stares at the sky, hoping to float away. Her cigarette burns bright, the ash will crumble and fall. like her soul, it hits the ground, burnt, used, unwanted. She leans over the balcony, tempting fate to push her, but it just laughs harshly, at her feeble attempt at escape. Sickened, she empties the bag, making lines of pain on the table. It poisons her body carefully, Slowly, silently killing her. She does not fear death. It would be a welcome holiday, releasing her from her cold body, just another suicidal call girl.
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Added on July 14, 2012Last Updated on July 14, 2012 AuthorBeck LouiseUnited KingdomAboutI'm Beck. I'm a writer focusing on women's fictions, drama, and historical romance. I am active on this platform again as of March 2023, so please send any read requests and I will make sure I ge.. more..Writing
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