Author's note: I couldn't really think of a name for this poem. If you have any ideas, please comment. Thanksssss :)
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She's sitting next to her window while the rain falls
Staring blankly at her white walls
The words ringing in her head
Saying she's better off dead
The rain keeps falling like her tears
Drowning her along with her fears
She wants to breathe, she wants to die
Somebody, oh, tell her why
The calming sound of the rain
Isn't enough to calm her pain
Her heart still continues to break
And she no longer wants to be awake
The rain starts to slow
But the hurt still grows
And the voices ever so loud and clear
Feeling so alone because no one was near
The rain no longer falls
The sun shines on the blank walls
There she is on the floor
The voices were too much for her
Now the rain comes everyday
Visits her grave on its way
Tells her ghost she was never alone
As it says this in a sweet tone
For rain is the tears that come from above
Full of sweetness and true love
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From an Empty Girl
Poetry"I'm sorry It was too much to bear I should have kept my mouth shut Since you didn't even care"
