I wrote this poem back when I was a freshman in high school, so I was about 14. I was just hoping to get some honest feed back on it. (By the way, theres absolutely no relevance of this poem to my real life.)

Alone in her room

Through the pain and tears

She looks at the bottle

Remembering the pain and nightmares

She drinks away her memories

Tired of trying to hide

She swallows gulp by gulp

The scars lay side by side

No one hears her screams for help

She lies alone in her bed

She hurts one last time

And then she is left for dead

No one knew such a thing could happen

No one saw it beyond her face

She has left never to return

She left this gloomy place

Everyone stares as she is lowered to the ground

No one can speak; silence fills the day

What could they have done?

What didn’t they say?

She takes her secrets to the grave

She would have never let anyone known

That she wears the long sleeves

So the bruises wouldn’t show.

A young girl beaten and torn

Took the path few ever took

As her guilt stricken father approaches

He can only say goodbye with one last look

As she crept towards the golden gates

She never looked back

Never thought of the pain

And how all the love lacked

She finally rests in peace

As her father moves on to find someone new

Don’t let abuse make you a victim to suicide

Tell someone before its too late, before this happens to you.