She looked out the window,
class by class,
day by day,
hoping for something spectacular to happen.
Her hopes were high at first, she felt it in the air.
But as time passed and nothing happened,
her dreams kept getting crushed, she kept getting pushed down.
Soon, looking out the window and imaging herself flying away with the birds,
was the only thing that her broken heart could wish for.
Her daydreams stopped giving her hope
and she longed to be dead.
But maybe all along,
that was her true daydream.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoetryRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
