Beneath the Surface

[Glittercake]

This is a poem about a girl I knew who committed suicide
I didn't go to her school if I had I would've done something more than write a poem. Hope you like it.


Beneath the surface
There is pain
Disturbing the water
There is rain.

She wipes the hurt
off her face,
Then she enters
This God forsaken place.

But it's fine
She doesn't matter
The floors shine
The halls fill with laughter.

This pretty picture
Takes a twist
Yes they are laughing
but at her wrists.

They call her names;
emo, cutter, attention whore.
She is consumed by shame,
But this will be the final score.

In her room
All alone
She refuses to answer
her ringing phone.

One last tear
Streaks down her cheek
This pain to end
Is all she seeks.

She puts the gun
to her head,
pulls the trigger
She is dead.