Why

 October.19.1997/March.29.2015
 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

Like death is to an erie smell
As red as blood
Someone is hurting no one can tell
All you hear is a thud as that person falls to the ground
No one deserves to die like this
All full of pain
No heart here is found
At night you hear distant cries
Sounds like they are about to die
Sounds like pouring rain
Out of control
Nothing to gain
Without their soul
They only have the light
They have no place to go 
Left in them they have no fight
To take care of them
They have nobody they know

As red as a rose
There's a drip of blood
Falling from their nose
Fighting the erge
Wanting to slice their wrist
But that wouldn't solve their problems
Or make people sad
It would get their family members mad
For no where to go 
For now they can only hide
Holding all their pain
No body by their side

waiting to explode
Leaving a stain
Wanting to die
But don't understand
And don't know why
Just wanting a helping hand

Copyright