heres one i just did today - i might put it in that poetry contest if more people enter it π
inside a room,
there sits a girl,
a lonely, broken heart.
with music on,
and lights turned off,
she wants another start.
her mothers gone,
away for good,
whetever will she do.
her father's here,
but he's so cruel,
he makes her feel so blue.
he hits her,
and he punches,
until she screams to stop.
he leaves her room,
she double checks,
then races to the shop.
and while she's there,
she buys herself,
a brand new razor blade.
she runs back home,
and locks her door,
her mind it has been made.
and now she's here,
back with her mum,
as happy as can be.
she laughs a lot,
as she should do,
and she can clearly see;
her dad was bad,
her mum was good,
and she was in between.
for death had come,
from what she did,
at a young age of fourteen.