Frustrated and tired,
She just wanted to cut.
She let the tears fall out,
As she let her eyes shut.

She thrashed her hands down,
And down to the floor.
She cried and she whimpered,
Her body felt sore.

She sat up and cried out,
She let out her voice.
Dear God would you take me,
And take from me this choice?

As she slowly calmed down,
She released some old fears.
As she started to settle,
She shed a few tears.

Finally she wiped her eyes clear,
She considered a smile.
It wasn’t too long,
Before she’d cry another while.

And tiny tricks…
Long talks,
And longer walks…
She cried her best for you.
One day,
Some way…
Looking down,
Without a frown…
She’ll let you see what’s true.

About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

One response »

  1. woih says:

    I’m passing on th One Lovely Blog award to you.It’s on my page if you would like to accept it.

    There’s is alot of familiarity for me in this writing. I smell Kentucky, rainy air….

    it’s a good write

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