Sorrow

by 18Dharrison

November 8, 2017

I am full of sorrow don't know why

All I do know is that I cry

I live and I laugh sometimes and somedays

Instead of crying all day

I am full of sorrow

Anyways

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18DharrisonNov 8, 2017

BOOOOOOMMMM All black is what would be seen if one stared at her, in and outShe questions her purpose in life when she is in doubtEveryday at 4 pm she goes down to the beach and “WHY” is what she shoutsLife has brought her places she never thought she would beAlthough her past came and try to take her life she is a blessing but the negative is what she sees Spilling her feelings from her heart standing on the sand she falls on her kneesNot understanding her own pain shouting “WHY” but in her head she says take me away pleaseNothing will make her feel more at easeThen reflecting on the beach with the steady light breezePain, hurt and, brokenness wrapped up all in one is what she is feeling10 years ! That's how long with this she has been dealinRound tablets she takes to get rid of the pain and heavy thoughtsBut It all started with the feelings she caughtShe never thought one stupid night could change her lifetill she realized it was too late she was in too deep and tried to kill herself by cutting her neck with a knifeToxic ! Toxic is what he wasBut that's the past yet ,stayed blaming herself which is all she doesA voice asked her “ why did you stay”She answered”  I thought I was In love” that's all she thought about at the beach that dayHe would physically abuse her until he got his wayUntil one day….They were fightingHe pulled out a gun and her heart got strucked  by lightningThe gun was put to her head to just make her be quiet BoooooomThis caused the riotHer son ran up to him from behind saying leave mommy alone he fidgeted and pulled the trigger pointing the gun down as he shot She was in awe;  pain, torture, rage and sadness to her life is all he broughtHer 4 year old son on the ground bleeding from his head is what she was staring atA puddle of blood on the matEverybody looks at her as if she didn't belonged on this earthHowever she only spent 4 years with her son before he left ever since birthShe will never understand why her baby boy left so soonWaking up at night from a nightmare with a loud boooomEvery day at 4pm she shouts on the beach towards the water” why”?Only because she wasn't ready to say goodbye<div> </div>