When will they wake up?
When will they see?
The girl that is laughing,
Is not happy.
She is standing right there,
Listening to you whine.
About how hard things are.
When she's the one that isn't fine.
She's going to be the one on the noose,
She's going to be the one remembered.
And all you're ever going to be
Is the person that didn't bother listening
to the one who needed
to be mended.
Say this out loud and it rhymes better. Peace. Moosepotatoe out:)
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoesiaThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
