Standing Tall

by Megan   Jul 23, 2006


She's always standing tall,
Never letting anyone
See the pain she holds
Deep inside herself...

When at home she
Cleans up their
Drunken mess and
Cooks them their
Dinner, always stopping
To look at the poison...
But never having
The strength to
Use it on them...

When they finally
Walk through the
Front door they're
Already fully drunk...
They call out for
Her just to have
Something to throw
Their empty bottles
Of beer at...and
Then they laugh
As she screams...

When they're done
Eating she begins
To wash their
Dirty dishes as
He prepares to
Take her to his
Room...alone...
He turns on his
Web came them
Climbs on top of her...
She just lays there...
Pretending nothings
Happening...that
She's just dreaming...

When he's done
He throws her
Out of his room
And she falls
To the ground
As she's beat
For what she
Let him do...

When they finally
Pass out on the
Floor she drags
Them into their
Room, then onto
Their beds and
Pulled the covers over
Their drunken bodies...

When in her bathroom
She analyzes all
Her wounds and
Bandages them up
As best she can...
Then makes up a
Story for all the
Ones she wont be
Able to hide...

When in her room
She checks to see
If the knife is
Still under her
Pillow and sits
On the edge of her
Bed holding it...
Staring at the
Beauty of it's blade...
Then thinking no
One would even
Notice if she just
Suddenly disappeared
So she then
Took the blade
To her bruised
Throat and cut
Deep into it...

When the next day
Came and she wasn't
At school everyone
Began to worry...
She'd never missed
A day in her life...
And they knew that
She didn't get all
Those cuts and
Bruises by falling,
So they went to
Her house to see
If she was alright...
And when they looked
Into the window of
Her colorful room
They all began to
Cry out in horror
As they saw her
Cocaine white body
Laying on the floor
In a pool of blood...

When they got home
To find her teachers
Staring into her
Window they began
To run knowing
That the teachers
Saw what they had
Done to their once
Beautiful daughter...
And the police cut
Them off and
Arrested them...
As their rights
Were read to them
They began screaming
Out that it was all
Her fault...that
If she would just
Behave that she
Wouldn't be dead...
When they secretly
Said in their minds
That it was only
Because we envied
Her that we hurt
Her so...

Copyright © Megan 2006

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  • 17 years ago

    by Logan

    Lovely detail and imagery...your getting better and better at this. Every poem i read just seems to get better then the next.

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