She Finally Laughed

[Ivy]

A girl about a month ago, here, committed suicide after killing her father and it was all over the local news and in the local paper, so I took the information and wrote a poem about it. Enjoy. Explicit Content.

She cried and held her head down low,
she couldn't see, she took a mighty blow.
To the back of the head, she thought she could take it.
the pain is real, she can not fake it.
She never smiled, she never laughed,
she was never happy, always in a trance.
She still sobs and remembers the swing,
she took so much mess, she took everthing.
she needs to get revenge, it needs to happen now,
she's got her plan all laid out.
it's written in blood all red and dripping,
she lays over the paper smiling and wishing,
she knows everything soon will be over,
and her name will NEVER be discovered.
the night has been set to make her plan come to life,
she goes for the heavy artillery and leaves home the knife.
walking she cuts herself to see the shade of red,
that will only to soon be all over her hands.
revenge is sweet and yet so quick,
this mere devious plan is only a trick.
her life has been hell , she's seen so much,
she's only a teenager with a demon's touch.
her soul has been damaged to an inevitable point,
this is her only way out....
finally her target is in sight,
she points thn she aims, it will happen tonight.
she knows what she's doing don't get in her way,
she shoots, she scores, he died today.
never will that man walk again,
he beat and tortured her to an unbearable extent.
she shot him tough, right between the eyes,
oh, that man she so despised.
but yet her full plan is not carried out,
she needs one more accomplice to help her out.
still she walks in the shadow of night
all she needs is a switchblade knife.
she walks to the bridge, revolver in her hand,
the knife in her pocket, death in her head.
"Traffic is perfect tonight," she thinks,
"quick and painless," she's on the brink.
of insanity its almost over,
everything is getting blurry,
she needs to let go of....life.
so she stands on the wall over the cars below.
then she barely slits her throat,
just enough for it to bleed,
but she's not done yet.." i want to kill me."
then she takes the same knife and slashes her wrists,
blood goes everywhere but she doesn't see it.
then she takes the revolver and steps back further,
she shoots herself in the head and then she falls off.
the traffic below breaks her fall,
she goes into pieces all over the asphalt.
but as she fell there was a tear,
that was shed from her eyes in fear.
what's done is done, she's no longer alive,
she killed her own father because he she despised.
his blood runs cold and she does hers,
this story is tragic and almost absurd.
she wrote a note for everyone to read,
it was on a notepad she left on the street.
it said, "to everyone, yeah, I died. I killed my dad, I commited ultimate suicide.
that was all it said.
it was short and sweet.
written in red, all nice and neat.
was it blood no one knows,
she's gone now, her plan was exposed,
so much pain and so much hurt,
all in her life did it lurk.

That can't be changed, she can't go back,
she pulled the trigger she stood back and she laughed.

[Ivy]

He mentally and physically abused her. And no one believed her when she told because her father held a high social position, I can't remember exactly what position though. But it was a well respected position. So yeah. She was beaten, sexually, and as I said, mentally abused. So sad. So yeah, she had enough, she said enough is enough, and killed the man

[> Evil _ MoNkEy <]

Jesus christ TiGGi...... every damn poem of urs i read i cry... but this one i litterally started bawlin.....

but this was probly ur best one... i just love how it has such a tadgic twist.... its like a sweet yet heroic and fatal tale......

and in an odd way, becus of wat her dad did and everything, it reminds me of that song by arosmith, Janes got a gun.....

but alls i can say is: BRAVO..... i mean, it litterally sent a chill up my spine and made my skin crawl with anticipation and greif, and i just... readin that made me wanna live..... and thats wat truely great work does, it makes u feel alive...

but i do feel bad about wat happened to the girl. may she rest in peace

[ines]

it's a sad story, and it's so real.when you write something down, it's all so real and honnest.keep them coming, love to read them, really mean that

[Ivy]

Thanks for the comments you guys. And Anna, you're feedback, long and thoughtful, meant a lot. Just the way you worded things, I know I got my point across the way I wanted it to. Thanks to Sarah and Ines aswell.