@Clintbling 4 September 2020 more from that month

If Only

On her bed she sat, Pills, blade, sisal rope, Which one would end the game faster? Her tears were stained, And her mind blocked, Nothing but darkness. Darkness. Darkness? Darkness! She was only human, Something she struggled to explain, The numerous attempts went wasted, All doors shut at her face, Everyone withdrew, With a big belly, she knew it was over. None harkened to her cry, None believed that forcefully her womanhood was taken from her, She didn't ask for that pretty face, the thick thighs, And now she has to swim against the tide, Pills, blade, sisal rope, Which one would end the game faster? For once she let go of the wheel, She found peace in war, She believed in a better life after death, Where tears never tear, Where her flower would freely blossom, And her roots deeply venture, Pills, blade, sisal rope, Which one would end the game faster? She's full of desires of despair, She ain't afraid to take the step, Cause to the wall she was pushed, Death would be a faithful accolent, And death would give her life, It would help her live her already ended life, Pills, blade, sisal rope, Which one would end the game faster? _Daughter of the village chief_