Her Last Call. - Poem by Tennesha Skyers
One silence, one cry, one hit, last try
Two bruises, two cuts, two drugs, too fast,
All this pain, and hurt, is just my past
I repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat
But at last, all I receive is defeat
All this abuse is too strong
I won’t last for long
I can hear it calling me,
Death is its name
It gives me advice, to end all of this pain
Knowing deep down I can’t handle the shame,
The names, the remarks, the pushes, the laughs.
Ring, ring, ring, ring
It calls again, again, and again…
But I think I shall answer since death is my friend.
I say hello to it, and goodbye to you,
Please help people like me, before it happens to two.
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