There she lies upon her bed Look closer and do not dread Her face pale her eyes swollen All she has ever owned is now stolen Her grasp on reality is very weak She mumbles when trying to speak Consumed by doubt and lost in fear This girl is something rare Trapped by memories of a ruined life She lays in bed clutching a knife Torn between staying or going She lays here knowing That to go on living this life Twould be a lie She has nothing to live for But is frightened to die Her body rapidly quakes As her control slowly breaks Naked and not afraid Now she knows her choice is made She stands slowly Rising from her daze Moving to the window Her eyebrow slightly raised Looking out the window Swaying to and fro Looking down at the water She knows its her time to go
that was beautiful. it reminds me of suicide. i've felt that way for years. i just loath death to much to committ the act.
Dark but pretty good. I'd suggest, though, that you work on your rhyming. It was pretty erratic, changed a lot. That makes me focus on the rhymes instead of the content.
