It started with a small cry,
And some tears.
It started with sly, lies,
And a few I'm fines.
It started with a few lost friends,
And lonely nights.
It started with a few loose ends,
That could never be bonded again.
It started with hugging herself to sleep,
And silent misery.
It started with a big leap,
But she fell between the cracks.
It started with a few drops of blood,
Which quickly turned into a flood.
It ended with her parents waking her up,
Her lying in her bed,
Everything was the same,
Except she was dead.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoetrySometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
