"He beat me" you said
What made him see red?
Was it the words that you said
That tore up your bed?
In your flustered haze
You search for the gun
I fear for your life
You say "fuck it I'll get a the knife"
You scream at me "GET OUT"
I don't move from the table
For my body is frozen
My mind is unstable
My minds thoughts are racing
"Is this the day?
Am i losing my mother
By her own hand?"
From her haze she calms down
She lowers the knife
No longer am I fearing for her life
But her mind is gone and will never be the same.
Another day passed in the depression game.
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Author:
D.P. Fifer (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
WELCOME EW ~ Thanks for a well written first poem (it flows) but with a very very depressing message. However it happens everyday all over the World especially in big cities. Ladies are beaten and abused and there are only two way out. ONE ~~ you kill your abuser TWO You kill yourself ! Either one has dire consequences Depression is a KILLER ! Thanks for caring and shsring ~ BRIAN
Awesome, Awesome write
This is very nice writing in love with it oml
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