Exhaling Suicide


Turn around to find everyone despised her

Even the alphabet soup refuses to talk

The television remains switched off

Remote control hid itself

An odd silence echoes through the hallway

Black rain outside showering her angst

Ripping up the innocent clouds

No more fluffy exterior

A gallery of smashed plates lay at her feet

Reasons escape her weakened grasp

Defences come crashing down

A single tear rolls

Author's Notes/Comments: 

may add to this yet....

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Wow, this is a really good poem, I especially like the part about the alphabet soup.