She lived in that house over there.
She was the girl with the bright blue hair.
But, no one knew her secret.
She tried so hard to keep it that way.
But, you can't hide your true feelings forever.
She boiled with anger every single day.
After, she would burn her arms so the pain would go away.
If only she knew that causing your own death doesn't end the pain,
It just passes it to someone else.
Now, you know and she does too.
Because, her spirit now sees her family suffer as they stare at her laying in her final bed with her arms exposed.
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Sidewalk Talks
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written. These are just the things a quiet girl is too afraid to say in the moment. Some of the pieces are just made up stories, but most of them are based on personal experiences.
