Dedicated to my best friend The_BookTheif
She opens her eyes
Getting out of bed is struggle
The darkness surrounds her
And she's drowning in an ugly puddle
A call for help, that nobody heard
Gets muffled by the dirty water filling up her lungs
She doesn't bother to claw her way out
It isn't worth it
There's no point in her life
She doesn't deserve it
To be happy and carefree
Is not what God had in mind
To be plagued by problems is what fate has written
-Everytime she gets better, it always gets worse and she doesn't want to fight any longer
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Poems
PoesíaPoems for sad days. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED
