They killed her,
Without knowing her name.
And they laughed,
Like they were playing a game.
The sad girl with blonde hair and blue eyes,
She was expected to be perfect.
Everyone put to much pressure on her,
She was handled like she was an object.
She lived a life they wanted her to live,
Without letting her make her own choices.
So when she broke down and cried,
She started to hear depressing voices.
They killed her,
Without knowing her name.
And they laughed,
Like they were playing a game.
No matter how beautiful she was,
She believed what everyone always said.
She was stupid and ugly and so dumb,
And now they see the beauty but she's dead.
They know she died because of them,
But they feel nothing because they never care.
And after a few weeks they will have forgotten,
That blonde hair and blue eye girl was ever there.
They killed her,
Without knowing her name.
And they laughed,
Like they were playing a game.Game Over.
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The World Through My Eyes [My Poem Collection]
PoetryA collection of my poems. Enough said! ;D