There's this girl,
Laying in bed crying.
She doesn't know what to do,
She feels like if she was dying.
The whole world started to break,
Right infront of her.
She couldn't do anything,
Just put off the smile that she was supposed to wear.
She was sad,
Not answering any messages or calls.
She thought nothing worse could happen,
But that wasn't true the thought was false.
Her heart that was broken,
The pieces laying on the bed.
No one truly knew if she was alive or dead.
Her friends worried about her,
They didn't know how to help.
They wanted to take her pain away,
They wanted to stop the feeling that she felt.
But they couldn't,
And they knew that.
Just thinking about it,
Made them feel bad.
But she is strong,
She will be over it one day.
And that is the most important thing,
Even though it won't be today.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
