People were sad
But nobody cried.
People did talk
About the girl who had died.
Friends were upset,
The bullies felt shame,
The rumors flew round,
She was at blame.
But she found a new peace
After taking her life.
All her pain disappeared
With a flick of a knife.
And while people did mourn,
They got over it fast.
She no longer lived
Except in the past.
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Poems
PoetryUpdates when I get inspiration. Just random poems, some I wrote for school, and some for personal purposes.
