NoT mY bEsT, bUt WhAt Do YoU tHiNk??

[dc4life]

She sat alone on the front steps
where he had turned his back.
Waiting on the man she loved,
praying he'd come back.

She knew he had to go,
this she understood.
His decision she respected;
she'd leave too if she could.

But why he left her behind,
she will never know.
She continues to search
for the love he failed to show.

He left her there in his old home,
praying that she'd be loved.
All the while knowing
the direction she'd be shoved.

He was desperate for her to love him,
but her silence brought him heartache.
He left her in her living hell,
putting her life at stake.

She knew he had seen the bruises,
the ones too large to conceal.
Why then, would he leave her
when without him the wounds would never heal?

He left her there in the hell house,
the place where she knew she would die.
How could he hate her this much?
Without him there, all she could do was cry.

As she sat in the bathroom tub,
she knew it was the last time she would be afraid.
"It's the only way out",
she told herself as she picked up the blade.

She pulled the edge across her skin,
and began to struggle for air.
She realized the mistake she was making,
but then again no one seemed to care.

Why should she go on living
with no one there to love her?
Her parents thought she was trash
and everyone seemed to concur.

As she stared at the gushing blood,
she felt as though falling into a deep sleep.
She realized what she had done and prayed,
"Father I give to you my life to keep."