She hugs a pillow,
Hoping that it was them.
She holds her own hands,
Wishing just to be friends.
She looks in the mirror,
Thoughts drown her slowly.
Until she trips and falls.
Down, down, down, down, down.
Never to be seen once again.
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Rant Poems
PoetryAll my Rant poems, which is basically me venting or ranting about something relatable in a short poem. #4 Poetryslam
