Forgotten

She lies alone on the bathroom floor,
Her hands covering her shameful face,
Abused and weary to live on more,
Her painful memories can’t be erased.

She found her God in the kitchen knife,
Painting the ground a deep shade of red,
Barely awake and hardly alive,
It’s too late to change the things they’ve said.

She tells herself she loves this pain,
As she swallows pills of happiness,
Her world now a sullen shade of gray,
Convinced her life will not be missed.

Leaving life with just one regret,
Yet its another sad story we’ll all forget.

Reviews

[Gomeisa]

Hm. There are many ways in which you can interpret this poem's meaning. There are also many ways you can interpret the girl's character.

This poem somewhat reminds me of a close friend of mine. She tries her hardest, but can never see the light in which the light is hard to find. Depending on your perspective that is.

"Yet its another sad story we’ll all forget." You say.

That has never been more true. In the end, many things seem to be forgotten. People, places, things.

Never the way we've felt though.

Anyhow, this was a great piece. Nice write and well done.

[Drifter]

Thank you! I think this can definitely be interpreted in different ways based on our own personal thoughts, feelings and perspectives on the situation.
I believe that low self worth has caused so much destruction in our society especially to teenage girls because of the way the media and peers have portrayed what beauty should be.