Suicides Debate

A girl battle for her life

Knife to throat

Heart hammering in her chest

Thoughts beating a tempo

To the rhythmic pulse of panic

Waging a war

Loving life

But hating the torture

Of the never ending war of truth

She looks at his picture

She wants him to pay

She wants them all to pay

Her eyes fall on her

They soften and tear

What would she say

When Mom told her?

Would she scream?

Would she cry?

Would she curse her name?

She looks back at him,

Thinks about them

She puts down the knife,

Thinks "No,

You're not worth my life."