Thirty stories high,
She shed a single tear,
That tear falling
Thirty
stories
down,
Hitting the ground,
Her frail,
Lifeless,
body,
Trailing soon behind.
Her world
fell from her,
faster than the speed
that she was falling to the ground.
She was so hurt.
She had nothing to live for,
Anything she did have to live for,
was ripped from her.
She felt lifeless,
Mostly because she was.
That's why,
When she fell to the ground,
They found nothing there,
except for a single tear,
splattered on the ground.
She was gone,
And no one knew.
Because she was lifeless,
there was nothing to her.
As if she were a ghost.
She was living a life,
Where she couldn't live,
Because she was lifeless.
YOU ARE READING
Lifeless
PoetryJust some sad stories/poetry I make when I'm depressed. It's just good for me to let my emotions out. Please don't judge me or hurt yourself. Sometimes I just write down what I'm feeling so beware of the depressing stuff. <3
