When you hurt me,
what did you think?
That I would be fine,
that I wouldn't sink?
If you did
then you were totally wrong.
Because I do sink,
because I'm not that strong.
I can't pull up
all by myself.
I need someone,
I need someone's help.
Who will help me?
Who will help a sinking girl?
That got to sink
against her will.
Who will help her?
Who will be so kind?
Does someone even see her
or is everyone blind?
This girl is sinking,
she's almost dead.
Don't you feel anything?
Isn't it sad?
No one helped her,
she just died.
Isn't it sad?
She wanted to fight!
But you just let her sink
not caring at all.
You let her cry,
you let her tears to fall.
She cried a lake,
maybe even more.
She was sinking in her own tears but either way
you found her dead on the floor.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
