She walks home alone
With her head down low
Hands in her pocket stomping through the snow
She has a couple people that call themselves her friends but how would she knowthey don’t hit up her phone
It hurts her to know that she has no one
She acts like shes having tones of fun
But really shes having noneSleeping in the woods
With only a blanket and a hood
She tries to talk to people but know understood
The pain that she feels when she lays alone in the woodsYou see her everyday a straight d student
Until you didn’t see her she was gone in a second
YOU ARE READING
that girl
Poetrythus poem is about that girl that nobody realizes existed until she's gone