Sad Book of Poetry

Just Tired She Says

The kids at school,

the ones who never understood her,

they asked her what was wrong,

"Just tired," she said,

but there was more to it than that.

September came,

and all she wore was black

in honor of her grandpa,

who died a lively fight,

a boy came,

the bravest she ever knew,

he made her so happy that,

for he loved her so.

But even he couldn't repair the damaged soul she was,

though hell knows he tried.

December was approaching,

and he had to cut it off,

for she made the worst mistake,

her name dying in vain.

January passed,

how she missed the boy,

as she met another.

In a psych hospital,

he only seemed like a friend,

and they soon led there own paths.

In February she came back,

but he didn't show.

But she came back in March,

and so did he.

Now it's April, and he's the one who holds her,

when the tears start to flow and the blade comes out.

He supported her from the beginning,

but he is so much more than a friend.

He was there,

he met her in the worst circumstances,

after she had given up,

and restored the light to her eyes,

she no longer feels dead,

sad but has hope,

for a brighter day.

Those kids at school,

they know she wasn't tired,

for tired meant

Torn Apart

Insecure

Really faking my smile

Extremely sad

Drowning in tears

but they overlooked it.