Beautiful Sorrow (might be SH triggering)

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  1. lissa08

    lissa08 Member

    Beautiful Sorrow.

    There she lies
    In her well worn sheets.
    Dreaming of days full of passion
    That are now long gone.
    The tears that have stained
    Her silky cheeks, wet her pillow;
    And drown her heart.
    Craving for the phone to ring.
    Anyone, anyone at all.
    To hear a friendly voice.
    The front door slams,
    Maybe someone will call her
    Out of the dark rooms
    In which she resides.
    The bitter sweet memories
    Reek of pain and sorrow.
    Her ears strain
    But yet again, she falls back into her past.
    Landing with arms wide open
    Only to be greeted by emptiness.

    So now she sits on the cold tile floor
    Waiting for a good reason.
    Why shouldn't she?
    The letter is already written.
    Final goodbyes and explanations.
    "If they asked, they'd know why"
    She thinks and laughs.
    "But why would they?
    They don't care anyway."
    And so she stares, blankly,
    Silently at the knife.
    Black tears streaming,
    Streaking her beautiful face
    For the last time.

    Her blood mixing with the steam.
    The water slowly turning rose-red
    She’s feeling faint now.
    Quickly, before she’s drained she sketches:
    "I died for him", on her bathroom wall.
    Written in the red ink
    Of her sorrow.
    Water splashes softly on the floor.
    Her time has finally come.
    "Hello? Are you all right?"
    Someone raps on the door.
    "Goodbye, my love."
    Her last faint whisper echoes.
    A small grin appears
    Upon her lips.
    For now she knows he will see.
    The door flies open,
    The red water seeping
    Into the bright white carpet.
    Screams of horror fill the house.
    There's the voice she longed to hear.
    In his arms, he holds her close.
    She was right,
    Now he can clearly see the love
    He let slip away.

    My beautiful now lies
    In a bed of stone.
    Her worn sheets still at home.
    She’s sleeps now, dear.
    No more tears.
    Upon her cold skin
    The childish grin love graced her with,
    Is still there.
    Only now without a trace
    Of sorrow or fear.

    Dedicated to Stephi D.
  2. Dreamland

    Dreamland Survivor

    Chilling. I think I actually shivered.
  3. The Unforgiven

    The Unforgiven Well-Known Member

    I agree, I had goosebumps.. It's beautiful..
  4. lissa08

    lissa08 Member

    :) thank you
  5. lightbeam

    lightbeam Antiquities Friend

    I love it! :)
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