About a tortured soul, this poem is great to read if you don't mind dark poetry. |
She’s breaking, And she cannot be fixed. She’s missing, However, she won’t be missed. She still shakes Because of her fears. She’s crying over The wasted tears. She says, "I know, I've too many scars." In her short life She’s been very far. She says, “I know, I wish I could be thin.” She fights another battle And sometimes, doesn’t win. She feels so flawed She doesn’t know where to start, From her messed up hair To her messed up heart. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Wishes her body didn’t look scary, She’s holding more than she can carry, Was told that blood isn’t sanitary. She doesn’t see a point To continue the fight. When her restless days Turn to restless nights. Life isn’t always fair. If anyone, she can tell. You avoid going near And it hurts like hell. She questions every day, What could be her cause? Why was she put here on earth With so many flaws? Was she part of a plan Or a soul just made to die? She wanted to impact the world, Or at least somebody’s life. But now she's left with no one And nothing left to gain, And all she truly wants Is to secretly end her pain. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary; She is quite a visionary, The world is her adversary, The tale of her life is cautionary. (Line Count - 48) © 2017 Black Widow |