I tied the rope and set down the chair,
I finally give up, I finally don't care.
I've lost control, the pain's too much,
I've finally lost, I'm hard to the touch.
My heart has frozen, my world's gone cold,
who would guess I'm only 15-years-old?
I'm shaken and rattled and torn to the bone,
as I hang from the closet I struggle and moan.
The flash backs stream across my face,
I finally get back the memories I've misplaced.
I catch glimpses of happiness and pictures of fear,
I remember those I had once held dear.
Now it's too late and the air's almost gone,
the sun's coming up, and morning's just begun.
As my body slumps and finally gives away,
my father walks in and will remember this day.
It will be the day he missed his last chance,
he'll never forget that quick little glance.
Who would have known when my last day would be,
certainly not I, you, nor he.
Comments about this poem (Broken by Crystal Blanchette )
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