She was so broken inside,
she always kept her head down,
so no one could see the tears rolling down her cheeks.
She hated herself,
she just wanted the pain to end.
She sniffs in class,
and if they ask her if she's okay,
she'll say its just allergies.
But its not.
She wants so desperately for a blade,
but she's wearing white sleeves.
He tried to fix her,
to be her everything,
but even he couldn't get rid of the sadness she carried inside.
She carries on,
unable to do it anymore,
lost in hopelessness,
and drowning in her tears.
She can't carry on much longer.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
