Hanging...Rotting

Another day, another fight
another fight, another scar
another scar, another river
a river of my tears
a river of crimson emotion
a red river of my fears
another beating, another bruise
another week, turns to another year
a year in which i do not want to live
a lifetime of pain
all in one day
a lifetime of hurt
all in one hour
a lifetime of hate
all in one minute
a lifetime of evil
all in his eyes
nothing i ever did
deserves such a beating
the violence thrown upon me
the hurt that he gives me
this pain that he inflicted
and than my innocence he took
too embarrassed to speak
too shy to talk
too sick to eat
PLEASE SOON LET ME DIE
still have bruises
emotionally destroyed
still i hurt
still I'm shy i will never talk
still i cry
always will
still i hope that soon I'll die
self harm just doesn't hurt enough
i want to hurt, i want to cry,
i want to bleed my crimson tears
so than i think I'll hang myself
just with a rope, nothing more
jump from the tree where i will write

"now you see me
soon you won't
I'm gone for good
an now i quote
cremate my body
and set me free
under this tree
were i still hang
remeber me of love
not of suicide"

So I'm picturing myself
hanging from a tree
a tree over a river
and beautiful green grass
it's picture perfect,
but not to see
my dead body
hanging...rotting from that tree

(C) Lucy Green

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