she's has fallen.
he dose not care any more.
she is crying.
he tells her to shut up.
she wants to sleep but he wants to drink and have parties.
he is slowly riping her faith away.
not letting her have her wings to have so she can fly.
shes falling and shes crying,
he dose not care.
she goes to the back room.
he follows.
she pulls out a gun.
he fires and tears comes to his eyes.
she said shut up.for i don't care any more.
now we will sleep to night 6 ft under.
a shot was fired and blood is splattered all over the walls on her and he falls.
she gets up and takes a bath washing the blood away.
she gets a razor from the box under the sink and turns on the water and slices the changes of sorrow of her.and putting her wings on.
by lisa bray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is deep and sad