Leah

Stop the cutting
the suicidal tendencies....
stop the pain
the dreadfull homicide.

The worry going deep
of someone close to me
she rarely ever sleeps
this pain is growing, disturbingly.

I cannot do anything
powerless against her will
tried everything
nothing can cure her ill.

She's turning to bone
ash and skin
she hates her life
this one she's in.

Her mind last night
was such a fright,
planning out
just how she'd die.

She grabs her razor
and looks at her wrist
slim bone and skin
she cuts and twists.

Her body week
and her heart long gone
these tragic events
are now her song.

She sings of happiness
love and peril
oblivious to the harm
her life no longer sterile.

As blood slowly forms a scab
and her song begins to end
you see the soul no longer within
take flight out the morning window, gone with a sin.

A sin unspoken
yet very well known,
she cant even see
the beauty she's grown.

As each day passes
her beauty gleams
i stear and wonder
of how sad it seems.

I know I'll loose her
hopefully not soon
but as the clock ticks away
and soon chimes noon.

Time is not able to control
a gift of life
this sister of mine
this monstrous strife.

I watch her take her every breath
and wait for the worst
and as each day she walks our the door
i can't forget her hurt.

I don't want to loose her
but i know i will
the matter at hand
seems so unreal.

~Leah Imhoff