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Silent screams for help lay under the clothes. Wanting relief from the pain, not wanting to deal with another slit or thought of dread and death. Laying on a tear drenged bed with a five page note that was once loving and true but now it brings pain and tells so many lies. Thoughts of the past floods threw her head more tears and blood is spilled. Hope for a better day lays miles away.

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

Very good poem but may I suggest you using lines and stanzas for poetry. You have great talent but if you want to further your poetic career, you should work on the tiny, technical side of things. Hope to read more of your poems.