The Lights Burnt Out

by Kyrstie   Aug 21, 2005


There I lay, on the cold ground,
This is where it will end,I wont make a sound.
No more pain, no more hate,
This must be done, this is fate.
Daddy rapes me,
Mommy beats me,
I hide it well, no one can see,
My pain, bottled up so deep,
That I can hide it, it I can keep.
I can put on a fake smile, and fake a good laugh,
But the pain is so painful, it burns through my mask.
So here I lay, next to the razor, my friend,
And I know this is where it will all end.
All I wanted was for someone to love me,
But my life, now I can see.
That God doesn't want me to be happy,
It wasn't meant to be.
Here I am laying, and I can see how,
My life's ending here, the lights burnt out now.

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