Beautiful Struggle Poem by kendyll brown

a beautiful struggle
imperfections,
through and through

a tear falls past her lips
a knife twirling
on her finger tips

contemplating
thoughts cloud her
troubled mind

delicatly and swiftly
she cuts herself
one at a time

if only things were easier
if only they didnt happen
if only she didnt exist

life for her
wouldnt be so complicated
and twisted

cause then there wouldnt be anything at all
nothing but the steady
rise and fall

she wished this was so
all the time
and even now

its all she can think about
with sleepless night, no dreams
with nothing but....this

because theres nothing
good to look forward too
nothing to do

while the tears,
they always come
she cuts herself again

deeper and deeper
this is all she can do
with out going insane

but soon enough
her hand will fall
all to quickly

and then it will be all over
she'll be gone
a memory soon forgotten

a four leaf clover,
something u long to hold and grasp
yet u cant seem to find

that'll be her
in the summers breeze
her soul, finally finding peace