16 years old sitting in a hospital room.
Praying to a god she doesn't believe in.
Hoping that her mother doesn't die on the operating table. The cancer is slowly killing everyone in the waiting room.
Silent but deadly; she prays that her mother will pull through
For the 3rd time they face the same demons that killed what was left of her broken family
16 years old
Countless scars and suicide attempts that the ghost in the walls have lost count of.
She just wants this all to end.
Maybe death could bring something that life couldn't. Death surrounds her with comforting thoughts of a another place. She comes to the conclusion that death is a painful truth and life is a beautiful lie.
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Nirvana
PoetryJust a mess of all of my poems that I've been working on recently. Better ones to be published but every piece will kinda give you insight on what's going on in my life(some recent some from years ago) let me know what you think(:
