Invisible Death

by Disaster In Waiting   May 31, 2011


This is her invisible death,
A death in which you cannot see,
The one that means nothing to you,
But everything to me.

You think the girl on the swing,
Is doing her homework,
But is really planning her death,
And writing the goodbye notes.

You think the hour long showers,
Are nothing to be concerned
But shes really dying some more,
And crying out her heart.

They never thought about the untouched meals,
They thought she always ate it later,
But its only her brother,
Eating it for her.

She says shes going to her friends house,
But she never steps inside, No longer friends they are.
So she goes to the park, to climb up her tree,
Razor in hand, she will slice her knees

Heading back to the forsaken land,
Door closing behind,
Her father slaps his hand across her tear stained face,
'We called your 'friend but you never went.'

Locked in her room she takes back out the knife,
Pulls out her pre-written notes,
And cuts true and deep, following along the vein,
These will be the last of bloodshed.

This is her invisible death,
True, cruel and sad it may be.
Her brother goes in and sees the scene,
Takes the notes, and runs to the mother that couldnt see.

'Mother, she had an invisible death,
And we couldnt even see.'
Six feet under, her stone only says:
'This was my invisible death.'

Now when you look for the grave,
In cobwebs it will be,
You will feel her arms wrap around you,
Her sorrow fills around you, it will make you see

You may hear her whisper,
'This was my invisible death,
You know you want one to,
Bury yourself next to me,
So together we can be.'

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  • 13 years ago

    by Faithless Watermelon

    A little sorrow goes a long way. Your diction was clear and you painted a picture with every line. I like that you have dialogue in here, it truly brings this to life and makes more of a movie in my mind than a picture. While your rhythm and delivery may need some practice, you are still an artist and though this is the first poem of yours I've read, I see potential and a vivid imagination poised to strike the world into awe.

  • 13 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Awesome writing keep it up5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Mike Martin

    This is a very sad poem and situation. My heart is full of pain for you. People can't see though thier own eyes. Everything most people do are because they were told this or that, or saw it someplace. People need to focus on the real problem.....Other people....We were a good people once...I wish i can tell you we will be again.....but I don't see that coming anytime soon. Please rethink your situation...There ARE people, just like me that do care about people who want that "invisable Death...Please write and talk to me...Please....Take great care and listen to my words....Please.....Mike

  • 13 years ago

    by Mike Martin

    This is a very sad poem and situation. My heart is full of pain for you. People can't see though thier own eyes. Everything most people do are because they were told this or that, or saw it someplace. People need to focus on the real problem.....Other people....We were a good people once...I wish i can tell you we will be again.....but I don't see that coming anytime soon. Please rethink your situation...There ARE people, just like me that do care about people who want that "invisable Death...Please write and talk to me...Please....Take great care and listen to my words....Please.....Mike

  • 13 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This is heartrending, but very good. Invisible is a perfect adjective.

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