She sits down
On the cold, draughty floorboards
She lives in a minky old flat
She has nobody
There all dead
A fire
Happened 6 months ago
Killed everyone she ever knew
She never quite got over it
Every night she cry's
She does not sleep
Does not move
Just cry her eyes out
Her daughter is dead
Her true love is dead
Her family is dead
She is dead inside
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
Just darkness
That will never go away
Smashed bottles lay next to her
Her hands all cut to pieces
No one to talk to
No one to care for
No one to love
Why do all the bad things happen to the good people?
Why do all the good things happen to the bad people?
Why is she living a life of hell?
Why is god punishing her?
She needs to be talked to
She needs to be cared for
She needs to be loved
Happiness?
Is that possible in her life
Or is that some sort of sick joke?
She wont smile
She wont laugh
She wont be happy
She will just cry her life away
Where is the hope?
Where is the dream?
Where is the good life that's waiting to be found?
Veronica Mitchell
A nervous wreck
A unhappy child
But it is NOT her fault
Shes just a little girl lost in a big wide world
Her father
The adulterer
The abuser
The Lyer
The murderer
The Rapiest
He cheated on her mother
He abused her
He lied to her
He murdered her child
And he raped her
Veronica Mitchell
Scarred for life
With those haunting never leaving memories
They will NEVER leave her mind
Veronica Mitchell
A lonely little girl
Once happy and full of joy
But not anymore
Full of sadness and emptiness
All down to the doings of her father
She hated her life
She wanted to go to the happy place
Away from this cruel , cold world
To be with her baby
Her true love
And NEVER have to think or see her father EVER again
This was all so convient
It felt like this was meant to be
That it was the right thing
She glanced across the room
A knife
Lay on the side of the bedside table
It was calling her
Almost shouting her name
She got up of the floor boards with a creak
She was sure that the call was real
She guided herself towards the metal object
She picked it up with 2 hands
Running her hands smoothly along the sides
Pricking her finger at the edge
Blood quickly oozed out of her finger
She smiled
She was going crazy
But she thought this was the right thing
She gripped the blade with her hand
So tight that her fingers were turning red
She plunged it into her heart
Blood everywhere
She collapsed to the ground in a heap
Veronica Mitchell
Scarred for life
Was now dead