She started to cry-
When she started to write
Her whole story
Just because her teacher
Asked her of that
Or else
Her grade will drop
And she wouldn't be able to get a better life
So she wrote
And wrote away
Her sorrows and failures
And the poor home that she sulks inside
She didn't know
How to explain her emotions
While speaking
So her friends never knew
But now someone knew
And she couldn't erase it
Because it was set in ink
So her teacher
Sent her away
To an orphanage
Where she had no family
No friends
No life
And so she wrote
Wrote about her loneliness
Until she turned 18-
She was that
Lonely
Girl
That
Was never found.
And the first step out
Of that lonely building
She was met with despair
Broken down buildings
Dead bodies scattered everywhere
She doesn't know
She doesn't know
That the world
Is truly
Dying
Only
In her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
