Without a trace ( Suicide story)

Eschewed from the world.

A pain carefully hidden

behind an external facade.

The world was oblivious to

her reality, blind to her pain.

 

 

Like a lunatic, she roamed the

streets with her face lowered

to the ground.

Isolated; she barely said a word.

She was slowly fading away.

 

 

No one bothered to see her pain.

No one cared to find out what

was going on.

No one wanted to listen.

Everyone was too busy dealing

with something to see the evidence

printed on her skin.

Effects of self hate punctuating cruel

deeds shown on her scarred arms.

“She’s just another woman dealing with

Something. She’ll get over it”, they said.

 

 

Her hopes for happiness crumbled and

pain felt like a curse.

Living life on the edge. Craving love,

understanding and acceptance which

never came. She was tired of life.

A victim of emotional and physical abuse.

Crying every night, constantly fighting inner

battles and dealing with muffled screams

in the dark and whispers amidst angry

conversations in her head.

 

 

Negative thoughts devoured her composure

and prompted suicidal thoughts.

Time stretched to eternity as painful

realities veered in and she stuffed herself

with what killed her.

Feeling woozy from the pills, her irises

swirled and she fell to the ground.

A life lived in turmoil!

 

 

 

The world wept at her demise.

No one understood her reasons for suicide.

Unanswered questions to her plight sending

shock waves to all those who knew her.

An untold story signaling pain and regret.

A description of her life as clear as crystal

was painted on her face but the world

couldn’t see beneath her smile and perfectly

done makeup.

 

 

©FloetryC 2016

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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