Wounds deeper than love itself. By Christina

A mother hatred for a child is like a gunshot to the heart. A father absence is like a never ending nightmare. A grandmother dying wish, is like having your soul be taking away from you from God himself

All these things is what made an teenager girl wanted death more than life itself. Because Life, is a beatiful life, and death... Death is a painful truth.

There's no happy endings, there's no joyful moment, there no " Happy ever after " bullshit books tell you about! NO!! There just wounds that cover up most of your body, a broken heart filled with death after learning her own mother doesnt want her: Abortion.

The moment the mother realize she was pregnant with a baby girl. A father empty promises to always be there, had her questioning whether love really exist. A damaged soul that even God can't keep.

I was told that I was beauiful, but how can that be when a girl's covered scars? I was told that I was STRONG! But how can that be I was collapsed on the floor, screaming out God's name asking why!!? I was told that I was highly intelligent, but how can that be when I was making the same mistakes over and over again? They say that the eyes are the Windows of the soul, the last time the young girI borthed to look in her eyes was when her mother sapped her across the face, leaving a dark bluish bruise, surrounding her once cheerful eyes.

The moment she her heared her mother calling her a stupid bitch! Was when she had enough.

She pick up her pen writing her words in red ink, making her words real. Her last goodbye was a suicide note. Her words was were crumble and small but both strong and powerful. Strong, because she said the things she will never say in front of her once beloved mother face.

Or the father that never made time for his only daughter. Not even knowing that God was calling her home. After seeing she had enough of the world he had created.

What God saw was the dried blood fadding on the floor, rip bloody cholthes filled with a scent of a decompose body of an once beloved daughter.

Like the icon Maya Angelou once said " I am a Pheomenal women " On yes the young girl was indeed Phenomenal. But... This.. Phenamenal women lost the battle between life and death. She choose death at the end of her own rainbow in forever rest in peace.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family


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