Let it come to you
She seems so quiet yet her plea is loud She’s never noticed, even in the smallest of crowds. Roll, roll, rolling through he motions as if she is not here. What she doesn’t know is hope is near. She goes home to get beat till she bleeds, Then runs to the bathroom and gags till she heaves. Every night she pulls from her bed, A gun that holds real tight to her head. “Do it, do it! ” she constantly cries. Then cries herself to sleep where she dreams she dies. She wakes up with sudden dread, The gun... Sign in to see full entry.