There is a girl who cries herself to sleep
There is a girl who is invisible
There is a girl who is in too deep
She isn't conventional
She dies again daily
Trying her hardest but getting nowhere
She's still alive and that shard of hope is what keeps her here
It's what keeps her somewhat sane
But she can't keep dealing with this emotional pain
It's cracking her bruised heart
Everyone has their part to play
She's a weakling in this cruel world
And she Won't keep holding on to this pointless life
She's about to lose her fight
Save her from her reality
...Before she does it herself
Save her from the dangers ahead
Save her from herself
Someone save me from me
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The Art of Poetry
PoesíaSo, these poems are basically just me trying to put my feelings, thought, and emotions onto paper. I hope that they somehow help someone, and I hope everyone that reads them enjoys! These are all my poems, my own words; I would love your critique a...
