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crazy for help

Poetry By: dravena

a poem about finding the wrong sort of help and felling so helpless at the effect it has on you

Submitted:Sep 15, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Black tears in the darkness,crying from the pain.

So many voices in her head that it drives her world insane.

Standing in the blackness,solutions at her feet,

Some times the world gets to much ,and you have to admit defeat.

icy waters wait beneath her,"Come child into the night."

A soul thats grown so weary,goes with out a fight.

Trembling hands linger on the railing,as each finger soon lets go.

Soon she will be embracing with the water and dragged under by the flow.

She cried mercy to the heavens and the angels watched her tears,

she asked god for his help , but he laughed at all her fears.

But then she herd a whisper from the devil and the dead,

She said yes to there offer and they filled her empty head.

packed her head with ideas of happiness but the ideas soon grew vile,

that her cheeky girlish grin was replaced with an evil smile.

Dark poisons in her brain had turned her dreams erratic,

filled with death and pain ,with blood scenes that were graphic

. All her hopes were replaced with filth and her soul had rotted and gone bad.

She was never an evil person just desperate and sad.

And so it was she died that night lost ,alone and scared,

leaving behind a ignorant world where no one really cared.

As the water filled her lungs it cleansed her rotting soul,

the cold water made her body numb and soon she lost control.

She died there in the water because manipulative help was all she'd known.

Her mind had been planted with false dreams of love, but still she died alone.


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