Her heart was broken,
Her mind weakened.Being told to be herself,
She did as asked.
Not knowing that her own self
Would one day be loved.Well, only imaginary.
She was never understood.
People thought she was crazy.
Yet, always misunderstood.One day she woke up,
Planned everything,
And got up.
She didn't know,
Why she was here, off living.Taking her life away
Was what she came up with.
We did not see her again that day. She was gone brief.Poor little thing,
If only we understood.
We used to not mind her living.
Hopefully, what she'd done would.-MVLC
07/22/2021
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Book Of Thoughts
PoetrySo, yeah I write I write when I feel like it. (non regular updates)