Losing Elanor (The End Of Elanor) Poem by Carli Gibson

In just a few moments, She would take her own life
If only someone got to her, before this horrific night
For now she hangs lifeless, from the ceiling of her room
Her mother finds her hanging there, later that afternoon

Suspended by a rope, from the ceiling of her room, She hangs breathless, cold, and pale
Because, Before, She was tortured
A lively soul turned so frail

Her mother runs toward her, with just a bit of hope
Maybe it isn't too late, to release her from the rope
But Elanor hangs there, from a rope of cord
A chair kicked down beside her feet, blood stains on the floor

Pills, blood, and a blade lie below her feet
Failed attempts before this, Are proved by this receipt

Her life came to an end, on that very day
Because of what the others, always had to say
Ugly, fat, dumb and much worse
Were the names they labeled her

No one seems to care what is said
It's all fun and games, Until someone winds up dead

She Believed that no one understood her pain
But the girl three doors down, heard the news and did the same