In a world full of people she feels alone
Walking amongst her peers just trying to get along, wanting to fit in but she's never been in her true skin
Identity hidden deep within afraid of rejection from them
They laugh and peek she goes back to sleep
By sleep I mean death that's what happened when she held that gun under her chin
Blast! just one pull that's all it took to end her war
The pain and ache over with just one bang
No one understood they all thought she was fine just a bit misunderstood
No one took the time to just get to know her ask if she was okay
Now when she's 6 feet under they just wonder
What could I have done to save her life?
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Perception
PoetryConstantly thoughts circulate throughout my mind and rarely do I find the time to allow them to come alive. Throwing the words on paper, giving meaning to each line giving it a pulse so you know its alive. I decided to take the time and create a boo...
