They sit on her bed sharing their secrets.
The girl had found a person to consol in.
To cry with,
To share with.
As they sit there, each telling there stories,
The girl realizes something.
Maybe she isn't as alone anymore.
She may wake up alone,
She may go to sleep alone,
But she isn't completely alone.
She has the other girl,
This other girl is just like her.
She may not be alone,
But she feels it.
They have one thing in common.
One thing they share with eachoother.
The reason for all these sad stories,
Fake smiles,
You know what that one thing is?
They've both been hurting silently.
Authors Note:
I want to dedicate this chapter to anyone who is upset right now.
To anyone who has been hurting or hurt.
Your not alone.
If you want someone to talk to,
Please, please, please, message me.
I will talk to you about anything you want.
Even if you just want a friend :)
Thanks guys, bye.
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Poems And Short Stories
PoetryThere are all either poems, or little stories or drafts written by me. Beware, some may be sad. You have been warned.