A Little More Strong Poem by Lady N

As I look down at the corpse of my own bones,
I wish I had been hopeful, wish I had stayed strong,
I wish I had endured it just a little bit more,
Maybe things would have got better, better than they were before,
I remember all of the heartaches; I remember wishing it would end,
And how somewhere down the road, blades had become my friend,
But cutting was not the answer, so the blade and I departed,
Now I was right back at the beginning, right back where I had started,
Right back to being the lonely girl in search of herself,
And I began to look for comfort, in the arms of someone else,
But sex too was not the answer; I told myself I was waiting,
But then it was stole from me, then my innocence was taken,
So I no longer looked for comfort, especially not in the arms of someone else,
Promised I wouldn't turn back to the old me, so became the girl who killed herself,
And as I stand over my dead body, watching my family cry in disbelief,
I don't feel that urge of freedom; don't feel the least bit of relief,
I instead wish for it back, wish for the life that I had stole,
Wish I could make it all better, make all our lives back whole,
No one told me it’d fell this way, but then again no one ever knew.
That this was the wrong choice, and a very stupid thing to do,
And as I look down, observing the corpse of my own bones,
I wonder how life would have been now, if only I stayed a little more strong,