by itsfelizeee

Angry hands upon my frail body,

Leaving purple trails of hatred, resentment and fury.

A drunken state of mind,

dragging me into the dark;  allowing it to swallow me whole

with no one to turn to,

no one to hold on to.


A cry


A desperate plea.


But no one can ever notice 

No one ever hears.



A gun shot.



A clean shot to the head.

Finding solace.

Embracing death.


And suddenly everyone notices

Suddenly everyone can hear

Everyone starts to listen.


And all I can say is,   

It’s too late.