Rope,Gun...Home

A single rope tied in a bow,

Just enough space for a neck in it though,

A girl so broken she thinks it as the only way,

Just barely stops before it's too late.

But the gun is still loaded and the thoughts still there,

The girl is lost and doesn't know where,

Where does she belong?

Because this place isn't her home it is all wrong.

The gun lies there alone and full,

The girl starts to cry cry because all this bull,

The people that hurt her made it worse,

All those names and lies made it a curse,

It took away her self-esteem,

Now she looks at the world as cruel and mean,

But she longs for a reason to try and to stay,

But her heart and mind are fading away...

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

You have thrown onto the page in graceful style the raw emotions of one who has traveled the roads of fate and felt it's sharp edges, ever closing in when all the inner spirit wishes is to be treated for what it is, a unique individual.

An individual she is as her ink drips and dries
Her thoughts, ideas and notions aloft in the skies
Not a day rolls through that she doesn't stop and think
There must be more than this, life's crazy roller rink.

Powerful ink composed by a unforgettable soul.

Aaron =)

[Humor Me]

dark and raw emotions always i like it !

[MandaBear]

wow!!