After each fight,
She was left in a dangerous plight.
Out of the fights, there was nothing constructive.
The harsh words were but destructive.
Fingers pointed at her.
Blames tarnished her.
She cried.
She thought of suicide.
She wanted to die.
She wanted to bid life goodbye.
To death, she wanted to surrender.
Because life made of her an offender.
She took a knife,
intending to end her life.
But her heart reminded her,
she was not a quitter.
She was born a fighter.
She could not afford to die a loser.
-Zumee-
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PoetryA compilation of the poetic words that happen to flow from my pen from time to time. P.S. If you cannot handle strong emotions, these poems are not for you.
