Her wrists are red
Her lips are blue
When she lies in bed
How she needs you.
Rain pours from her eyes
As she says goodbye
And walks down the road
Stumbling with her load
Of misery, of sadness
Of depression, of rejection
It's too much for her to bear
So she sheds another tear
That was her last tear
Only now does the world care
And now her rotten corpse
Lies in a graveyard.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
