To her the rain that was falling was red.
As red as the devils blood.
It hit her skin and dripped down her face.
She lifted her head and let it pour down her body.
The pain from her wounds disappear as the red rain washes over her body.
She soon realized that what she thought was rain, was in fact her own blood.
Her had mind created a safe place for her emotions.
It let her wounds bleed onto the ground before her.
She let her body go limp, and she fell down into the darkness.
Never to wake up in this world of hurt and pain again.
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Author:
McKinsey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2017 07:54
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Thanks for sharing ROSE ~ This is a real Poeme Noire ~ it made me sad to read of another life sacrificed either by gun ~ knife or self harming ~ either way she dies. I work with Vocational Students (16 ~ 25) We counsel them against guns ~ knives and self harming. I today's volatile Society TEENS are very very vulnerable ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN. Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
Thank you, I sure will😄
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