The Wounded Soul

The latch on the door, with a silent click.
Locks out the world, as my tongue swipes a lick.
My lips are now swollen, as my blood runs free.
All I can wonder is, why do this to me?
I limp to my bed, but I dare not lay down.
From the welts on my back, so I sit with my frown.
My one eye is crying, the other swollen shut.
I know it was my fault, I am just not sure what.
The anger I cause you, seems so fierce and strong.
I am only a child, what have I done so wrong?
You tell me my being, is such a disgrace.
How much you hate, to even look at my face.
If it was not for me, then you would be allowed.
To walk the earth free, and hold your head proud.
Then there's the best one, the one you just said.
I think it is true, you wish I was dead.
To kill myself, wouldn't that be a sin?
Sent down by GOD, forbidden to men.
Then again it is said, that if my love is true.
You will forgive my sins, as I stand in your view.

For if GOD will not love me, then may I ask who?

The beatings are often, with no end in site.
This time my will broke, I just have no more fight.
The excuses so real, people don't even ask why.
Here locked in myself, I continue to cry.
If no one else cares, there is one thing to do.
I will make you happy, the way you tell me to.
I slide open my drawer, and pull out a gun.
A secret I got, to let you know you won.
When the bullet goes off, my head it will part.
The pain and the suffering, will cease in my heart.
I slide in a bullet, it drops in so free.
Almost as if, it is trying to help me.
I lock back the hammer, as it goes to my head.
And take a place, to sit on my bed.
I squeeze on the trigger, till a thundering roar.
It fills in my ears, yet does not make them sore.

It's the sound of the harleys, that rode in with the BREEZE.

I drop the gun, and it falls to the floor.
I thought I was dead, this time for sure.
I look out the window, such a wonderful site.
B.A.C.A. is here, to help battle my fight.
They have the police, standing there by their side.
NOW cracked on my face, is a smile so wide.

Author: Douglas Q. Plew