Aug 02, 2018 | Rating : | Written by Quinndolyn Harris
Untitled Suicide IV Read Count : 120

Category : Poems

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She’s only so strong
So please don’t be mad.

She’s been trying so hard
To get her life back. 

The Lord as my witness 
And these walls as my choir.

I ask him to rain down blessings
In the form of a shower.

The love he gave me
Was great as gold. 

I consider it my dower
This story untold.

The tears will flow freely
She will break down and weep.

Suicidal no more.
Death has been reached.

Comments

  • this is am amazing poem, and speaks so much truth with it words.

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