Don't believe her they whispered harshly to them
She's like a flower without stem
Beautiful yet she can't stand out cause she will get overwhelm
Sad and hurt all the time
It's like for her to be happy is such a horrible crime
Left in the shadows of the darkest night
Blinded by depression she can't seem to find the light
Caged up like an animal but she will still fight
Against her emotions which she tries to keep locked up tight
She will continue to be brave
Even though it seems she can't be save
From herself because the demons see something in her which they crave
But how long can she hold on before she ends up in her grave
"Plead on my case" she asked people around with her eyes
Those deceitful eyes hides things but not when she cries
But no one is there to dry her tears
So broken is what she is left there
But still uses her eyes to ask people to plead on her case
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Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
