For everyone around her
She seemed like a dark soul
But deep inside (only I know)
She was a child at heart
She wanted to lead a simple life
Not too many expectations
She wanted to make friends
That would offer her a pure heart
There are a lot of people
It's actually very easy to make friends (and she did)
It wasn't her fault
That they turned up bad
She was held criminal
She was made the 'prostitute'
But all she did was
try to make friends
She shattered hard against the floor
like no glue can stick her back
She wanted to end her life
But decided to try and move on
She tried to be cold and bitter
She tried to be angry and rude
But slowly her cocoon would start to break
And she would try to find friends again
YOU ARE READING
Reaper In The Dusk.
Poetry| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
