Thursday, December 27, 2012

Her bed (Poetry that I wrote #2) 12.27.12

There was a girl sitting in her bed
Crying so hard she was shaking her head.
Wondering why everything was just so hard
Looking at her wrists that were ravaged and scarred.
Wishing that everything could just go away.
Maybe that time will come someday.
She is beginning to reach the end of her rope
Finally realizing that she no longer has hope.
When did her life become this way?
Maybe is because she went unnoticed every day.
If only someone had noticed that something was wrong
They could have helped her become happy and strong.
She instead had to watch all of her friends leaving her behind.
Not even giving her the courtesy of a goodbye.

All she can now do is lay on her bed
Crying her eyes out from all that has been said.

12.27.12

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