My Book of Poems

The Pain

She woke up one morning

after a night of crying,

her heart was in so much pain

she realized

Time doesn't heal all wounds

feelings are painful,

and she thought she should stop caring

She thought she was never good enough

she had perfects grades,

but

never look as pretty as other girls,

never had an attractive body,

never said what was on her mind

Her friends thought she was

immature and irrational

they thought she was too depressed

but they never will understand how she felt

She was done,

done trying to be perfect,

done trying to impress him,

done with being rejected,

done with life.

She came home from school,

went to the kitchen and got a knife

She went up to her room and wrote a letter,

"I am sorry, im done trying to be the perfect, 

joyful and unemotional girl you want me to be. 

Bye forever."

She put it on her computer desk, 

got the knife and stabbed herself right in the heart,

the place where it always hurt the most.