Knocking on the Reaper's door

Head bent down,she's on her knees.
Her soul's screaming for the final release.
Tears of blood,running down her cheek.
At school and even at home they call her a freak.

With a body covered by invisible scars and through rain wet hair,
She pretends not to care.
But I know she's scared.
In the middle of the night I heard her cry,
She feels it die..

Her soul,her inside..cracked like rotten bones,
Deadly empty like huge black holes.
All around her she sees nothing but darkness,
Her broken inside full of pain and disturbing weakness.

Only I know about her soul's fatal situation,
About the suicidal calls from her heart's intuition.
I'm the one and only who really knows how she does feel,
Because she's me.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

that was filled with lots of emotional distress and the way you tell it can only come from the one who really is going through the event...and you make that evidently clear in the last line of this verse:

I'm the one and only who really knows how she does feel,
Because she's me.

[Bad Wolf~]

Yup. But is it of any value, the poem i mean?

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I believe this is a good verse...do not go by how many comments you got from it...go by what you feel and keep writing...