Broken and bruised,
He wanted to die.
Feeling cheap and used,
She started to cry.
He decided a time and place,
He figured out how.
She was scrutinizing her face,
She felt like a cow.
He met her one day,
He decided to postpone his plans.
The mission began right away,
Without many fans.
No one cared,
They would rather be cruel.
No one was spared,
From the words of each fool.
So the girl and boy held on,
With all they had.
Both wanted to be gone,
Both so sad.
One day so rough,
The boy examined every scar.
Though oddly enough,
Was hit by a car.
They all thought he'd saved the girl,
Before the end so abrupt.
But her emotions were in a whirl,
Ready to erupt.
So they stood there in the rain,
Proud as she smiled and waved.
But she is still in pain,
And was never really saved.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PuisiI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
