Washing Away The Pain Poem by Ellen frawley

Tired of the hurt,
Sick of the pain,
Cuts, bleeding, bruises,
They fade away,

Memories the good never stay,
But the unhappy ones never dull,
Never fade.
Away.

Her memories followed her,
Day after day,
All night long,
Followed her wherever she may go.

Suddenly she realized one day,
When he struck her across the face,
That physically pain dulls your thoughts for awhile,
She started then to smile.

So when the memories became to much,
When she could not take it any more,
Late at night down the stairs she silently stole,
Entering the kitchen she opened the draw.

Suddenly she found what she was looking for,
With tight hold upon her treasure,
She tipped toed to the bathroom,
Silently closed the door.

Just to numb the terror in her mind for awhile,
She brought the knife up against her skin,
The cold metal felt so good,
She thought of the relief she always got after what she was about to do.

The last thing she ever was to do,
Her hand slipped, she cut to deep,
She had wrote her final chapter,
Closed the door to her life.