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Translucent wounds
An early winter morning, a young blonde blue eyed girl wakes from a vivid sleep. So much pain buried it’s now skin deep.
Becoming translucent for all to see, she feels she can no longer be.
She reaches out for her skates to go to the place she feels safe; skating on the sea.
Her pain like lava, begins to destroy all happiness. she feels the need to rest.
She begins circling around where the ice is weak, until she found the nerve to dig deep.
The fluid feels warm and she even begins to feel relief.
She soon realizes the mistake.
Now known has the lady of the lake!
USA Suicide Stats
I was looking at them yesterday - and it is at an alarming rate annually. ".. suicide rate increased 24% between 1999 and 2014, from 10.5 to 13.0 suicides per 100,000 people... " Institutions for mentally challenged are closed - too expensive - so it's the sucide hotline if you have no family or friends to trust. Sad, senseless, and usually as death happens, "This was dumb" is the last thought. Good poem story.
~ Lady A ~
Thanks
Thanks for taking the time to read. It is sad indeed and sad that there isnt more access for help with people in need. Once the chouce is made its to late and just regret. I just write sometimes based on a subject or story ect in my head which is where this came from and why sometime is base on other people or genders. I guess im good at feeling others pain sometimes. Thanks again for your time.