There's a girl
She's happy, full of glee
She plays with her little friends, that seem to be many
This girl is 5
There's a girl
Her eyes are full of un-cried tears, but she wears a smile
She doesn't have many friends
This girl is 10
There's a girl
She rarely smiles anymore
Only a couple friends there
This girl is 13
There's a girl
She wears a fake smile
She has only one friend
This girl is 14
There's a girl
And she hates waking up in the morning
She's wanting nothing but to end her life
She doesn't have anyone
This girl is 16
There's this girl
She seemed so happy
But then something happened
She hated life
And was depressed
She was left behind
And she cried for someone
Her cries weren't heard
And so she wrote her letter
Placed it on her bed
Then she pulled the trigger
That girl was 17
That girl is now a memory....
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A Dying Flower
PoetryThese poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me...
