The room grew dark,
As she sat on her bed,
Rocking back and forth,
Trying to remember,
When she was happy,
When she actually had faith,
You were her everything,
And you left her as if she was nothing,
Her silent cries,
Her broken eyes,
She's gone,
Far beyond broken,
For she can finally say,
She died inside.
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Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
