Cotton Thread
Tears drench cotton thread
that cleans the blood she has shed
many trials stain red
for all the times she has bled
Freak, whore, loner, and slut
these are the words that cause her to cut
white lines rule shallow skin
scares that hold the monster in
They leaver her heart weak and soar
yet her brain still asks for more
Shinny blades are in control
for memories took her soul
so now shes alone with no hope for life
only guided by a tinted knife
left to death with an empty mind
upon no love for her to find
With no one shes left abandoned to cry
with only one wish and that is to die
In the last battle she ended the war
leaving her sleeping on tile floor
the cotton thread not stopping the pour
as she entered heavens open door
Copyright © Lile Toms | Year Posted 2015
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