Pouring Raine

by Jessie   Dec 3, 2009


Depressed beyond words she reaches for her journal and writes her suicide note.

"Goodbye cruel world, may I rest in peace." was all she wrote.

She was only fourteen
and her name was Raine
she was stricken by grief,
no one knew of her pain.

Mommy was drunk,
and Daddy worked late,
Big Sis didn't care,
No one knew of her fate.

Schoolmates were mean,
she ate lunch all alone,
never once joined a team,
spent all her time at home.

She was in love with Jayden
he was her best friend,
but he couldn't be bothered with her,
so she decided on her end.

No one was ever home,
so the time didn't matter,
she swallowed the pills
and heard the bottle shatter.

Her eyes slowly closed,
she felt peace true and pure.
The was the way to die,
of this she was sure.

But where was the light?
There was nothing like that,
her body felt heavy
and all faded to black.

She awoke to pure darkness
and rubbed at her face.
She didn't recognize a thing,
what was this odd place?

She walked on for miles,
and finally saw,
her sister on the phone,
but her face was in awe.

The phone dropped from her hand
and she fell to the floor.
Raine ran over to soothe her,
but couldn't feel anymore.

"Sissy what's wrong!?!"
Raine screamed out so loud.
"ANSWER ME NOW!"
but Raine was enveloped by clouds.

Next she found mommy,
by a bottle of rum
Raine became ill,
to see what her mother had become.

Things became clear,
as he mother cried,
Raine slowly realized,
That she really had died.

She wanted the comfort
of her mothers grasp,
but she was unable to touch,
it was all happening so fast.

"Mommy I'm fine!
Please don't cry!
Mommy stop drinking!
I don't want you to die!"

But mommy couldn't hear,
all she could do was feel pain,
for a lost little soul,
her little baby Raine.

The clouds came again,
and Raine was with Dad.
He was being fired,
for his performance had gone bad.

Since the loss of his daughter
his work began to slide,
he stopped showing up,
and lost what was left of his pride.

With no money left,
and the family in ruins.
Raine's older sister
turned to prostitution.

Mom and Dad fought often,
until they got a divorce.
Each of them were broken,
and let life run it's course.

But worst off was Jayden,
For Raine was all he had,
little did she know,
he got beat by his dad.

Jayden only awoke,
because he knew he had Raine,
but now she was gone,
and he had nothing to gain.

Jayden loved her so much,
but now she was dead,
he felt so much hurt,
he couldn't get out of bed.

He dropped out of school,
and lost so much weight,
little did he know,
that drugs were his fate.

He couldn't take his pain,
so he numbed it with meth,
subtly hoping one day,
he'd feel the sweet embrace of death.

The clouds took Raine to Jayden
when he was at his worst.
He was coming down from a high,
and crazy with thirst.

She couldn't believe what she'd done,
to her mom and her dad,
to her sister and to
the best friend she ever had.

People's lives were broken,
because of her stunt.
good people were hurting,
for what she had done.

In taking her life,
she succeeded in more.
With a few little pills,
she had taken away four.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jess

    Wow, I Just Cried.. This Poem Deserves So Much.
    I Can Relate, and Thats The Sad Thing.
    5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Mello193

    Very good, one of my faves...kinda sad too

  • 15 years ago

    by WakingFreedom

    It was a long piece and a good one too. It could do with some more fixing. It is true that one could not think they are worth something, but in another persons eyes they are worth more than anything to them. It was a good read. I enjoyed it.
    WakingFreedom

  • 15 years ago

    by DarkCrystalbtrfy

    Very good read, the take you have on death is intresting its alamost like shes stuck in limbo. my faovrite lines were:

    No one was ever home,
    so the time didn't matter,
    she swallowed the pills
    and heard the bottle shatter.

    The part about the shattering bottle was good i could see how the glass was scattered on the floor.

    I do think you could improve upon this poem though. for instance it seemed as if in some places it was a bit forced to find words to rhyme. never be afrade to turn from rhyme to proes and back to phyme in a poem.

    I give it a 5/5 even the best works can take improvment though
    keep on writing
    ~ Till then sweet dreams on the wings of a black Dove