Her story

by Bekka Smekka   Feb 5, 2008


I feel a prick go into my arm,
and numbs my entire face.
But i couldn't yell for help anyway,
when i'm stuck down in this place.

This place of torture,
where my pain never ends.
Here there's no comfort,
no family or friends.

I've been here for years,
just rotting away.
i've given up hope,
that i'll escape one day.

For who could give a damn,
for a poor crazy girl.
One insignificant person,
in the whole wide world.

My parents never once,
showed that they cared.
They left me here to die,
just because they were scared.

Scared for their names,
and reputation.
The dumped me in hospital,
with eager anticipation.

So for a while i was alone,
and no one paid much attention.
And from that i grew crazier,
now htey eye me with apprehension.

I hear them muttering,
under their breaths.
Saying "That girl's a waste,
and she's taking up a bed."

So now i know whats coming,
that its my final end.
But i will beat them to it,
lets see who's laughing then.

So one by one they walk in the room,
and gasp in shock and surprise.
They stare at the blood gushing out my mouth,
and at my cold dead eyes!!

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  • 16 years ago

    by Pascal

    Thanks for reading my poem! And I thouroughly enjoyed this, its very sad but i know that things can be complicated and people can go completly unloved, wether it was about you, some one you know or no one, you did a great job capturing feeling! I'll definatly read more!

  • 16 years ago

    by Sazzie

    Its so beautiful, love it!! =]

  • 16 years ago

    by Danika

    Love it;