The Thorns Of Despair Poem by Sian Mein

Falling through the clouds
Falling head over heels
The sound from screaming aloud
There's no way to describe how it feels.

Ripping me apart
Through the thorns of despair
Shattering my glass heart
Now knowing you don't care.

My head is spinning
My cuts bleeding fresh, new blood
Memories of you stood grinning
As my eyes began to flood.

You hit me and you beat me
And made me do things I didn't want to
I guess I didn't see
That this was the real you.

My lips are swollen, that's my prize
So swollen it's hard to call
It's no way near a surprise
As you pummel me against the wall.

Blood trickling down my chest
My black eyes closing slowly for the last time
No one would of guessed
You would end my life in its prime.


By Sian Mein