I heard you all talking <br />I heard you say my name <br />why do you always think <br />that I am the one to blame <br /> <br /> <br />why wont you accept me? <br />why cant I fit in? <br />just 'cos I dont dress like you <br />and I'm not stick thin <br /> <br />she deserved it anyway <br />she always caught boys eyes <br />wearing tight tank tops <br />and skirts that showed her thighs <br /> <br />I can still see her pathetic face <br />wimpering in pain <br />the dagger thrusting in her chest <br />rusted by the rain <br /> <br />I hear her calling out to me <br />I hear her shouting 'please' <br />drowning in her sorrow <br />begging on her knees <br /> <br />I take a knife from the drawer <br />I hold it to my chest <br />sitting on the kitchen floor <br />I put my soul to rest<br /><br />Ruby Mae Heard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/put-to-rest/
