Comments about Tennesha Skyers
Her Last Call.
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.