Because of them,
she would never know just how much she was loved.
Because of them,
she would never know how much she was cared about.
Because of them,
She would never know that they all came and cried.
Because of him,
he started it all.
Because of him,
more joined.
Because of him,
more hurt her.
Became of them,
she would never know the good in life (to end the bad).
Because of them,
she would never know the warmth of kindness (to end the cold of solitude).
Because of them,
she would never feel the softness of love (to end the harshness of ridicule).
Because of her,
she stopped singing.
Because of her,
she stopped talking.
Because of her,
she stopped trusting.
Because of them,
she climbed.
Because of them,
she jumped.
Because of them,
she died.
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Collection of my poetry
Poésiesome crappy poetry I do sometimes. Not much. Don't expect regular updates. Like ever. Not from me lol. Some of these I wrote at like 1 am so lol
