Rose was a sweet girl, so young, so vunerable, love I guess makes you blind thats what happened she fell in love and married a monster she thought was a saint!1
He drank his life away voilence he craved,nothing could save her helpless soul. Some nights he locked her up with chains she cryied so many tears, it hurt when he was so cold, no cuddles-just shouting, no no comfort just rage like an amimal looked in a cage!2
No one to turn, no where to run, she stood her ground3
Death shall come to us all4
but she shall wait no more5
Her blade, her friend, her trusted one6
She is slumped at the back of her bathroom door, shaking with the fear of him abusing her, voices appear screaming "what next" "when". With the blade still held tightly in her hand she cuts herself carves words of sorrow into her flesh sobbing she mutters these words " I I will not let him have the satisfacting of taking my last dream, God sorry for what I'm about to do but I cannot endure this pain recieve me Lord bring me peace" 7
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I like the imagery you used, it may have been little but I could picture all of the going-ons in my mind. This was short but not to the point where I didn't like it. Ah, first person, I like it when people use that POV, it gives an almost personal feel to the poem.
May the dark guide you,
~Faded~
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