Look in the mirror, what do you see?
A beautiful girl, careless and free,
Perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect everything,
A girl whom you know will do good out of nothing.
Look again, see the cracks start to grow?
Hiding it with sleeves, she tries not to show,
Covering her tears with her long, black hair,
As she slowly grows and begins to tear.
Trusting no one, but loves everyone
As she tried to pretend to be the "happy someone",
Darkness she's drawn and light disappearing,
she describes herself ugly but her friends think she's amazing.
In need of help but too afraid to break out
While inside her, she cried, she cut, and everyday she shout,
Misunderstood, abused, and depression attacks,
It started to grow. What grows? Her growing cracks.
Her happiness, love and respect spills out,
Like a mug with a hole and the coffee leakes out.
Slowly going empty, the mug lessens in drink,
Until by the end, it no longer has to twice think.
Slowly walking to the highest floor,
She arrives at the top and opens the door.
Taking her first steps and her last breaths,
She again thinks, "I'm ready for death".
She walks towards the edge,
And looks down the ground,
And saw a single hedge,
She closed her eyes and never made a sound.
Leaning forward trying not to think
But she just feels like she's going to sink.
From the high building, she then slowly drops,
She opens her eyes and says "I want to stop".
Hey guyz! It me, and so I hope you enjoyed this poem that I made and if you did please vote and suggest what kind of poem I am going to make next happy or sad? You decide! I love reading comments and suggestion! It just makes my day moody, Or happy to be exact. Again, hope you enjoyed!! Love ya guyz! Muah! <3 <3 <3
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PoésieThis book , is a collection of poems I have made for a portion of my life. It's made with effort, that caused me my life to make. I enjoyed making this, so I hope you enjoy reading this too. Thank you<3
