Death of a loved girl

by ~*^*~ longing to belong ~*^*~   Oct 3, 2004


Swirling, twirling, flashing lights,
Penetrate the cold wet night,
Piercing the darkest alleys,
Blinding lights over the valley.

Sirens whining- telling tales of harm,
Radios screaming out sounds of alarm,
To many voices calling,
All those people searching.

Searching for a girl in black,
A girl who has left the track,
Her heart has been turned to stone,
A girl who thought she was alone.

Suddenly a gasp of horror,
The icy night gets colder,
The world goes silent,
For one endless moment.

A body has been found,
Underneath a mound,
Of virgin white snow,
Alive but heartbeat low.

The clothes stained dark and,
Along the wrist a thin band,
Dark red blood dripping,
Tinting the bright snow that’s falling..

Ambulance arrive,
Wonder if she’ll survive,
If she will live another day,
If only she could find her way. [in life]

In hospital they battle in vain,
Try to find the physical pain,
Don’t see how- there is none there,
At least nothing her body can share.

All her secrets are kept within,
The times she found it hard to fit in,
The ignorance of her peers,
The heartbreak and the tears.
As she slips out of consciousness,
She asks to finally confess,
For the nurse to hear her ending words,
And tell her loved ones what she heard.

“Dear mamma (said she),
I know that you loved me,
Thank you for your everlasting affection,
Don’t blame yourself for my reaction,
Alan you were incredible,
For everything you helped me through,
I apologize for when I overreacted,
And all those times I verbally attacked,
Dad you were once the best,
But then you became obsessed,
I honestly regret that I gave up you,
But I love you forever through,
Rachel to me you were like a mother,
But far more testing than any other,
All those years of oppression,
Led to the endless depression,
Emily I love you forever,
Wish we could have grown up together,
You never did anything wrong,
Be there for dad and help him to stay strong.
To all my friends,
I want to make amends,
For all of my accidents,
And all those little incidents.”

As her head slumped gently down,
Her mouth formed a tiny frown,
As if in death to portray,
That this life is just a cliché.

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