Poems

The Cure

She wants the cure
That's for sure.
She doesn't want to hurt.
Every time she got thrown in the dirt
She'd get up and fight
Look at her arms.
They're not even white
Anymore. They're soaked in blood and tears
From all the years
Of her dad
Making her feel bad
She thinks it's her fault
Her mom was in an assault
She wants to die.
She can't try
She smiles
And walks a mile
With a silver gun
One bullet and no sun
She shoots her own head
Next day? Her dad finds her dead.
He don't care
Just wanted her out of his hair.
But one thing is for sure
She finally found life's cure.

Brianna Lee