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Sweet tears of sorrow (2nd verse)

April 9, 2014
By brettroy BRONZE, Lincoln, Rhode Island
brettroy BRONZE, Lincoln, Rhode Island
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She once was with us, as all as we are,
But now she has gone, and left us long gone.
With friends all gone, none to love,
With the anger around, all pointed to her?

They put her down by calling her names,
And shoving her around and playing their games.
Always called worthless, They all had said,
Ugly, Pathetic, and Useless, As they all mocked her name.

Her parents not knowing,
The pain she felt,
What all of them pushed
The cards she was dealt.

Their words always mocked her,
And burrowed into her skin.
Making her burn,
From the outside in.

She now had been waiting, for the day of tomorrow,
When she could finally let go of all the pain and sorrow.
Her scars were too deep, the pain was all consumed,
She felt no remorse, as that part had been taken.

She cried herself to sleep, with all tears of sadness,
It drove her down to rage and into a darkened madness.
As the night grew to day, and the sleeping beauty awoken,
The roses were crying, sweet tears of sorrow.

All throughout the night, she couldn’t hear their voices
All the voices of her loved ones, the ones that meant the most
And the anger of the others and the wrongness of the choices,
Had taken her and forced her to pay the only mortal cost.

Without any worries, she lifted from her sleep
Nor fear or agony, with only her heart to keep,
She held the knife to her beating heart, pausing to only remember,
Before she finished the final moment, with only a gasp at last.

She lies on the ground, The knife from her ribs
Blood pooling out, in bowls of crimson light,
With only seconds to live and breathe once again
But no one around to save a precious soul.

As death takes his course, And gives her his hand.
And her suffering ends in final, blissful release.
The beauty we once knew,
Was never again.

By bullying her just for the fame,
Without any doubts, of how much it would hurt,
And no one to blame, except yourself,
She now lives in eternity, with only the skull-faced man.

Her chapter has ended,
And years pass on,
May words cross the divide
To say only once, what I was never able to do.

Goodbye.



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