Everyone is in love,
just the girl is alone.
Sitting in the cold corner,
thinking about her friends that are gone.
The tears are dropping on her hand
with a new, fresh wound.
It hurts,
but the girl doesn't do any sound.
She doesn't want to wake her parents,
from their lovely sleep.
She looked at her wound,
it was really deep.
She felt dizzy,
she couldn't stand.
But still she was there,
thinking about her friend.
The one she loved,
but he moved away.
She couldn't move with him,
she had to stay.
She thought about her best friend,
the one that moved too.
Again she was useless,
there wasn't anything she could do.
She thought about all her friends,
that she had to leave.
She was so useless,
there wasn't anyone she could keep.
Either they moved
or she did.
Her life
was unfair a bit.
But she is pretty strong,
she is still alive.
Without any friends,
except her knife.
Her life was cruel,
but what could she do?
She was useless and worthless,
but is she now too?
She is not,
she starts a new life.
She stands,
and throws away her knife.
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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.
