When she was bright and talkative,
No one saw her as her
Everyone thought she's vile,
And so perfect.
When she slowly broke,
No one noticed it
Everyone thought she's fine,
Cause she's still smiling.
When she told people her problems,
No one supported her
They made everything about them,
And left her fighting alone.
When she fully stopped being happy,
And started to do stupid things
Then, everyone started to help,
But it was too late.
If only they could rescue her sooner;
But after all,
It takes a certain amount of darkness
To be able
To see the stars.
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YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoetryDrowning in my thoughts Left with a scarred heart Abandoned by everything Abandoned by love Crashing into reality While my soul hits tragedy And my mind is still in the seven seas Thinking why you left a.k +++ This is my first time doing poetry. So...
