Unknown Suicide - Poem by Noorie Ali
It is her that is unknown to the world
She is the invisible but visible frame.
It is her that is known but unknown in her own home.
In her surroundings, they don’t see her.
She is the un-lit candle of shame
Like an un-sweetened candy bar.
She is out so far, out in the dusky dark
Sparkling like the shooting star;
Instead of looking up and gazing at the sky
They look down on her, for she is that shocking scar.
They fail to notice her true colors.
She is abandoned in her own sell
Wondering what the hell?
Asking herself so many questions
Wondering the possible answers, she will not receive.
Until finally she hung herself to be freed from this wicked monstrosity.
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