It was like she was underground
No one could hear her voice
No one heard her cries for help;
She didn't have a choiceSmile was all she had to do
To hide how she felt inside
She would fake a smile everyday
Show off her fake prideThough there was red on her wrists
And burns on her arms
No one saw how the red bled through
No one sounded their mental alarmDad abused her
Mom didn't care
Her soul was biting the dust
Her face hidden behind her hairBefore she went
Before her time was up
That semicolon on her wrist
Was all dried upShe looked at the stars
And wished she was one
She looked back at her chair and ceiling
She knew her time had comeShe knew that no one cared
There was no more esteem
And now because of people
Her eyes no longer gleamNo one saw her go downhill
No one saw her soul was dying
She let her halo fall around her neck
And now her soul is flyingAlthough she is gone from the world,
Her soul is what they call "free",
The people made her die in vein
Now her soul sings the saddest melodyAlthough her body is physically gone
From that link it still hangs in the past
But there is still one thing she still regrets...
She couldn't make life last

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Depressing poems by me
PoetryThese are pretty depressing, so if you dont want to sit in a corner and cry while contemplating life, I suggest you don't read this. I will be updating.