Depression Poetry

There's a Girl..

There's a girl in homeroom that sits across from me, she draws a lot and is plain as can be.

There's a girl in homeroom and she talks to me, she's a little shy and awkward it seems.

There's a girl in homeroom and she's friends with me, she has a nice smile that i often see.

There's a girl in homeroom she always smiles at me. She makes me laugh, as i to she.

There's a girl in homeroom and it seems to me she always covers her wrists to hide from me.

There's a girl in homeroom she laughs with me. I've noticed it's forced, less true than should be.

There's a girl in homeroom she made a confession to me that she cries at night so we can't see.

There's a girl in homeroom she looks fine you see. But she can't hide, no not from me.

There was a girl in homeroom but she's gone from me. Taken so cruelly, how could it be? She took her life feeling she was unloved. What an awful mistake because there was always me.

Now there's a boy in homeroom he looks alone, though he wasn't that way long ago. Oh lord, how he had loved her so. But now she's gone and now you know why he wishes his head lay below a marking of stone.