Devils door

The memories Will never be forgotten as the souls in hell were left to rotten and as the time goes by.
. many remain to die leaving others left to cry
and leaving without a chance to say goodbye
as crimson blood drips to the floor .. she slowly approaches the devils door..

looking back on her memories past.. and wondering how long its going to last..
the pain the suffering torment and fear..
knowing shes crying her last and finial tear
knowing that its a major risk..
she still goes ahead and slits her wrist. .
her mother yelling and praying for her daughters life
but she never seems to let go of the knife

her father ..
why she even bother..
he was never there in the time of need..
he just came home to watch her bleed..
she felt like no one cared
she was all alone and scared ..
she wanted to go away ..
of cores she never wanted to stay.. now watching her life fade away..
the night is turning cold and gray... turning her back on all her loved ones and through that door,
she runs.. the memories Will never be forgotten as the souls in hell were left to rotten and as the time goes by.. many remain to die

hey yall this is a not just a poem it is so strong it gets you thinking
please comment thanks have a good night