Her Torture Poem by Ajmacia McQueen

Walking through this world alone
Dreaming of something or some one to call her own
filled with lost hope and dispair
feeling of this world not being fair
her tears fill this bayou
hollow woman with no virtue
broken heart from the lies and abuse
shattered from her lost youth
drinking the thoughts of her past away
praying that she doesn't see another day
hopes and dreams lost in the bottle she drinks from
maybe her hope is in the bullets from this gun
spiraling down into this horrible depression
thoughts of how this torture was destined
only death could take the pain away
before she dies she prays
she prays for the lord her soul he'll keep
now and for eternity
Nows the time she ends all the pain she remembers
she pulls the trigger.