What Was Never Said

The brilliance of the moon
Reflects upon the lake
Where a lonely girl sits
Looking quite awake.

Sitting on the old wooden bench
Right at the lake’s edge
Staring to the other side
Where there lay the hedge.

Water begins to spill from the eyes
Down across the face
Landing upon the rosy lips
That are allowed to taste.

Memories flashing before the eyes,
That from the outside try to hide.
The lonely and the aching nights
For which time seems to bide.

The lonely girl just sits here
Reviewing her life in whole.
And as she does, you can tell,
That stress has taken it’s toll.

You can see the wrinkles
Upon her pale forehead
And her eyes that have become dull
Sparkles don’t dare tread.

The bags lay underneath her eyes
Apparent ever so much
And her body looks so fragile
It would collapse at the slightest touch.

The broken down girl sits on the bench
Wanting just to cry
As she remembers everything
Then let’s out a sigh.

She remembers all the fights
And all the drunken punches
And every excuse she had to use
To calm down her friends’ hunches.

She lost count of all the bruises
And all the painful nights
In which she sat curled in a corner
Her body tense with fright.

She looks over the horizon
The sun coming up so slow
She sighs in realization that
It’s time for her to go.

She stands upon the wet grass
Stretching as she stands
She looks at the lake one last time
As she takes her razor in hand.

She slices her wrists till they bleed
Heavily pouring from within
She jumps into the lake with hazy vision
Taking her last swim.

The blood continues to pour out
As she sinks further down
Her heartbeat chooses then to seize
As she hits the ground.

Her parents never looked for her
Never even bothered to try
They figured she would come back home
Before hunger would make her die.

Two years past and the lake cleaned
Where they found her dead
Her parents cried sorrowful tears
Regretting what they never said.

 
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