They were only six when they started to think
About how their expressions would read
When they had their own blood all over their hands.
They were only eight when they started to think
About the parties that'd be thrown
When their souls were no more.
They were just ten when the thoughts ran
To the letter they'd leave
When they would say good bye.
A mere tweleve
And they had begun to plan
Diffrent possible ways
To cross the finish earlier.
See,
These things can develop at a young age
Who will know that these thoughts came.
They walked to school everday
With a jump and a smile
No one ever imagined what they craved.
No one needs to be told that they aren't good.
No one needs to be let down in such a cruel world.
No one needs to be hurt when the glass is already broken.
Why can't people unveil this?
Each person is diffrent,
Medication won't work.
Talking isn't fun when you know it's their job.
All anyone wants is a hand to hold
Or a love that won't blow the little spark.
YOU ARE READING
Telling's from the heart
PoetrySo here are a collection of poems inspired by stories whispered or stories told. Here are to those going through tough times and to get better. Here are to those that are at their peak and to keep up their good work. ***PLEASE IGNORE THE LETTERS THA...
