She sits alone,
wearing a long sleeved shirt.
She covers her scars,
with a long skirt.
She wakes up,
wishing she would die.
She walks in a line,
with people just like her.
She says a few words,
and gives curt nods.
She shows her wounds,
without flinching away.
She walks up,
and without hesitation.
She tells them all,
the only thing they're doing,
is hurting the few who love them.
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Poems For The Lonely And Depressed
PoetryExactly what the title says, poems for the lonely and depressed. P.S. All of the poems written are by me unless I say so. [2018 Note] Revamp known as 'the lonely & the depressed', because everyone knows this kind of thing is chronic.
