Madison Balmont Poet I do not know?

Acid of Hate

Her tears of pain
Blister her fair skin,
Like acid of hate
Because she's not thin.

Her eyes are blue,
Their eyes are cold.
They burn into hers,
and no one was told.

More each day,
They made her cry.
More each day,
She wished she'd die.

That very same day,
She told them goodbye.
And tied the rope
'round her neck really tight.

The last tear did fall,
Of her hurt and pain.
And no one will ever
Hurt her again.


~Written in 2003 (Friday, 28th, February) when I was fourteen.~

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Madison Balmont February 4, 2009 at 11:54 PM These were the sorts of things that came into my mind when I was this age...

Madison Balmont February 4, 2009 at 11:54 PM Sorry Judy, I forgot to put this one in the 'death' category. I now added it to 'loss' as well. I hope to warn people from reading the ones they would rather not. I understand that not everyone would like to read these sorts of poetry; I'm just posting them as best I can. Thank you for your comment.

Judy Riley February 4, 2009 at 1:09 PM This makes me very sad, to read of some one killing theirself, sorry but I wished I did not read it. Peace Judy Riley