the cold air whipped her, the harsh words stung her.
the caress can be careful, but the words are rough.
she didn't understant what they wanted from her.
she was weak inside, but seemed to be tough.
taunt, tease and a scream of let me go please,
her demons inside her, the voices surrond her.
as her heart stopped, her sould becan to freeze.
she pondered life an death, death seeming better.
she imagined death to be more peaceful
she's rather silence than these sounds
she could die as her own little secret
so when she decides to die, death surrounds
people murder and society kills
but the are only doing what death shall will.
Its a sonnet. I wrote it. bye bye. ps. I may have spelt sonnet wrong, idk. now bye bye. oh wiat...never mind. bye bye.
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Death's Diary
PoetryWhen your slipping from the grasp of life, into the comfort of death, you start to wonder why you stayed so long. Why the pain was endoured, when the pleasure was nonexistent. I'd rather silence than these sounds, rather death than this life.
