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Her view from the moonlit window,
Was far from graceful,
As she stood before it,
Night after night.

She takes a glance,
Above the horizon line,
Looking with glistening eyes,
At the new life that awaits her.

The white, little dress,
She wore so often,
Now torn, ripped, & bloodied,
From her over abusing mother.

The memories kept her company,
To avoid the onslaught of abuse.
From peers and her mother.
The memories kept her alive.

The past was always welcoming,
The times she needed it most.
From the delightful shine from the sun,
To the fragrance of green grass.

She missed those care-free days.
So innocent & pure.
Her day to day life is nothing but hatred.
She struggles to rise from bed..

On those sunny days, she would sit,
Along branches of trees way up high.
& Would write down her dreams,
Of life outside this hell.
Her dreams were all so big.
Aspired to be free.
Her biggest dream,
Would never happen..

[Leaves fall from autumn trees,
Landing around the tombstone,
The only one that rests,
On that hilltop,
Deep within the woods.]

It's nightfall now.
When she leaves her house.
She takes her time,
Through the woods
On the deeply shaded path,
Covered from freshly fallen leaves.

She doesn't say a word,
Tears wet her eyes.
Blood drips from her wrists,
She cannot help but cry.

Her knife lays on the ground,
As she slowly walks away;
So much sadness, guilt and blame,
All she has left to feel is shame.

As she walks, she sees a shape,
Forming in the distance,
She walks a bit slower now,
Knowing that this is her fate.

There was once a tire swing,
That faced the open lake.
She reached that tree;
Emptiness has never felt this numb.

She tied a noose and put it through a branch;
Stood on the tire with the noose fastened securely.
Her eyes were tearful; Her hands were shaking,
But this is what she wanted, an escape to a better place.
She stepped off the tire, felt the struggle of her breathe.

The flashbacks of those sunny days.
The blue skies & green grass.
She was home...

Her younger sister,
Who didn't understand pain,
Torment or hatred;
Loved her older sister, oh so much.

She looked up to her,
Through everything and anything.
So she followed her older sister,
To that tire swing..

She picked up a blood stained knife,
Laying on the bed of leaves.
Looked onward to see,
What she never thought would be.

Blood dripping from her wrists.
That torn, ripped up dress.
That limp body.
Hanging.
The younger sister was in tears.
Her everything just went 'Home'.

She hugged her older sister's limp, hanging corpse.
Tears streaming down her face.
She looked to anything to stop this nightmare,
Turned to the lake,
& her heart was set..

She took her steps slowly.
Her toes felt the cold water.
She kept walking, deeper; Tears splashing.
She submersed her head, opened her mouth.
Felt the water in her lungs.

Flashbacks of her older sister and her.
A locket floated from her hand,
With pictures of two sisters,
Together forever..

She was home..

Authors Note -

You can never understand what others are truly feeling, but the one thing you can do most,
is be there for them. Listen to there words. Seeing others suffer, or go to the pain of committing
suicide, can kill others mentally and physically. It can ruin lives. From family abuse to bullying at
school. NO ONE deserves to be hated for being alive.
You have EVERYTHING to live for! Never give up. Everything will always be okay, you just have to look past the imperfection to smile