Field of Wild Flowers

The pain had long since turned to pleasure
As her chromatic blood streamed
The fear was more than she could measure
Walking though life in a silent scream

Random thoughs inside her crowed head
Seemd to cause her voilent desire
Longing to join all that was dead
She couldn't get much higher

No longer weeping from inside her soul
The Memories that she had repressed
Sercets she kept well, for they didin't know
That she was so depressed

They had no idea she had lost intrest in life
There were no signs she was doing dope
No clue her best friend was her pocket knife
No one ever knew that she had lost hope

She sat in selience in the pouring rain
Letting it splash her ivory skin
Trying to wash away the blinding pain
She felt so very deep within

Pretending that she was a little girl
Playing in a field of wild flowers
This fantasy became her entire world
Staying there for hours and hours

Her chaotic mind began to bend
Reality was more that she could take
In her mind she had to pretend
So her spirit would not break

She made not a single sound
As her father beat her to death
She smiled at the peace she had found
In the field of wild flowers, and her last breath