Silly girl that doesn’t understand;
That life isn’t a game..
It’s not as simple as, ‘one, two, three..’
And certainly not as tame.
She realized when she became a teen;
That life is no joy ride.
That’s when all the thoughts began to arise..
The thoughts of suicide.
She didn’t want to go on anymore.
Though her whole life was ahead.
She didn’t want to live anymore,
And every day, she’d dread.
She didn’t want a family;
She didn’t want a job.
So she turned her into the pillow;
And gently started to sob.
She met a boy who broke her heart;
And she met another one.
She gave every piece of her heart;
Until there were exactly.. none.
She cried a single dew drop;
A single, golden tear.
And decided to hurt them all;
The ones that held her dear.
I didn’t understand her;
As I silently stood back;
I wanted to help her so badly,
But she was ready to attack.
And now she’s in the hospital;
She lets go of her mother’s hand.
She regrets every single second.
Because that girl didn’t understand.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.