Her smile was as bright enough that it fought off the darkness,
her laugh was as pleasant as the warm breeze you feel during the late nights of summer,
the way her edges of her eyes crinkled up was more stunning than the glow of a sunset on a calm beach,
her teeth on proud display for everyone to see,
her voice soft and smooth,
until, one day, when the smiles stopped.
When the pleasant laughter that filled rooms and echoed off the walls had stopped,
when the way her eyes crinkled stopped,
and she tugged down her sleeves more,
and she wore a melancholy frown plastered on her face,
as if it were mask set out and ready for each day,
the voice once soft and smooth turned quiet and monotone,
the laughter forced and painful,
and then, all stopped.
she hadn't shown up to school one day,
she didn't even wake up.
instead, she was on her bed,
in
a
never
ending
dream.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poesíahey everyone it's your favorite emo here with her poems she tries to write late at night when she can't sleep, super depressed, or whatever. ****TRIGGER WARNING; BLOOD, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE.****
