The Story
The marks on her wrists
Tell a story,
Of all her life's troubles;
Of how her drunken father beat her,
Of how her cheating boyfriend left,
Of her mother's drug addiction,
And of her death.
She was lost
In this dark, cruel world,
Blinded by the light
At the end of the road.
She never cried
Or talked about her pain.
No one cared about her,
In her eyes.
She left this world
Full of hate and sorrow;
Never seeing the glass
As half full ...
But the marks on her wrists
Told the story.
Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry | Year Posted 2011
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