The kid who no one knows.
Not there story or name.
Just that there the quite ones.
Can't see the tears in the eyes
or the scares on there body.
That's from what people do to them.
The quite one in the corner
Tell them it will be ok.
That you'll help.
But don't just turn and talk.
Can't you see the pain?
You might never know,
When that be you.
That quite one who hardly knows anyone.
The kid who wishes to leave this
But they do more then they should.
The quite ones are the strangest.
They face death everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Just Keep Going
RandomIt's a mix of poems and short story. It depends on my mood. to help me get my feelings out. They all have a meaning and part of my life experience. A girl who got to comfortable then to aware of the true light of her world.
