And she did it

A poem about suicide

She looks at you with blood on her hands.
She looks away with tears in her eyes.
How could you love her when blood’s been shed,
And she did it?
She looks at you with dirt wrapped in her long hair.
She looks away with pain on her face.
How could you love her when she looks this way,
And she did it?
She looks at you with blades to her wrist.
She looks away with hate on her face.
How could you love her when blood is spraying, 
And she did it?
She looks at you with a dead look.
She doesn’t look away anymore.
How could you love her when death has taken her,
And she did it?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This is a good poem. It brings up a valid point about suicide, too. Most suicidal people are convinced so much that everyone hates them that they can't go on--and they hate themselves enough to put themselves out of--what they perceive--as everyone else's misery. In point of fact, it's not like that at all. When people do wish to kill themselves, they are so focused inward that when others rush to help them, or say they love them, not only do the suicide-victims not understand it--they often don't hear it. Suicide is, ultimately, a selfish act, and anyone sane who commits suicide can only do it if they are thinking of their own pains and desires; ignoring everyone else's.

[Nirego]

It's easy to get to a point where you are so wrapped in your problems that you fail to see your blessings - as much as you want to escape your own issues you want to stop being a burden on others and/or feel that you don't have a great enough impact alive for your death to have an impact.

Despite being graphic, the narration is very delicate, caring, and empathetic to the subject.

[Jessica A. Faust]

Thank you for seeing the point of this poem. I hope you enjoyed the read. :D