This one is going to be longer than the others :D
She loved to sing, she loved to dance, she loved to play in the sun.
She was an outgoing girl, always seeming to be having fun.
She was perfect in every way possible as the sun hit her face.
But if the people who thought that saw her at night, it would be a completely different case.
Because things were distinct when night fell and she was alone in her empty room,
not having any sun to stop her mind from soaring, from letting the darkness consume.
The only thing she was able to do was to look straight in the mirror,
trying her hardest to see this seemingly "happy girl" clearer.
Because when darkness fell there was no sun in her life to make her feel anything,
Constantly tearing up, her eyes were starting to sting.
She truly was the furthest from happy because to this girl, living was a chore.
Yes, I mean were/was as this girl now is no more.
No longer dancing in the streets, no longer alone in her bed,
no longer singing and laughing, but in a grave instead.
To her, the sun was her brilliance but the night was her demise.
Because to everyone else she was perfect but she was a monster in her own eyes.
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
