Read the poem, then be an audience to my artwork. Try to feel what she felt, before letting herself go.
The loss of a limb,
A few toes,
and some fingers.
A chipped tooth,
Bits from the skull,
and shards from the fractured hip.
The swollen eye,
Bruised, bloody, protruding,
and almost falling out.
Dislocated elbow,
The bone jutting out,
and the tendons hanging dearly.
Guts and innards,
Extended from the abdominal crevice,
and leaking its juices all around.
The bones in the right side of the face,
Shattered beyond repair,
and beyond the recognition by man.
This poor soul made a mess,
On the tarmac, flagpole,
and in the past life.
She should be dead,
Yet she isn't.
She still hangs on,
Like the tendons holding her nearly severed elbow together.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end,
It never was.
Everyone around never seemed to care,
So why should you?
White Noise - The Ignorance
If you haven't noticed, the poem is written in a way that it forms a TOMBSTONE. Suicide is to be blamed on those around the victim, NOT THE VICTIM.
Don't be the cause of the death of someone close to you.
OPEN those EYES of YOURS.
And USE those EARS of YOURS to LISTEN to them.
Save lives, not end them.
The TRUTH really HURTS.
Erratic Behaviour
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