Fighting

Fighting

A mother and daughter were fighting yet again.
Their feelings both in pain.
The daughter laid on the floor, the mother calling her a whore.
Tears ran down the girls cheeks.
Never before had she felt so mild and meek.
A part of her felt like she was dying.
The mother rolled her eyes and was sighing.
She had no idea what to say.
She couldn’t even pray
For her daughter who now lost
Because her words was icy and frost.
In the bathroom, where the daughter cries.
She held her breath underwater so she could die.
She struggled but she knew she could not give up.
She lost everyone she loved and can’t take one more erupt.
Seconds go by and her spirit when went up to the sky.
Finally she could be free and fly.
The girl’s parents wandered a few moments after no response.
They didn’t know why she was cool and nonchalance.
They saw her drown in her own death pool, and mom yelped out in tears.
She only knew this brought out her own worst fears.
In the middle of May,
There was a funeral, where the dead body lay.
The parents of the dead child cried but knew they had to be brave.
The mother never said she was sorry and was now seeing her daughter’s grave.
Nothing could hurt the mother worse, not even knives.
Once her daughter took her own life.