Her Payment Poem by Victoria Hudson

Alone in a dark, quiet room.
The devil whispering in her ear.
Holding the knife to her throat.
Crying only a single tear.
Her life was hard.
She was rejected.
She thought she could touch the stars,
But people saw her unfit.
They mocked her.
Betrayed her.
Talked about her.
It drew her to murder.

Down one.
Down two.
Down three and four.
Down a whole lot more.
When her mine came clear,
When she saw what she done,
She shedded many tears,
For she have won.
She drawn the blade,
Scared for her life,
And with one quick swoop,
She ended her life.

If you did not know,
She never shedded blood,
But she mentally killed
Everyone she loved.
She hated herself,
After she noticed.
She hated to much
That she did confess.
Locked in her room,
Friends and family screaming at the door,
She pulled that knife,
And lived no more.

Even the sweetest and most innocent girls/boys can be forced to suicide by words we choose to say. Why would someone tear someone else down to build theirself up?