She was the lunatic
The weird one
The weak one
The sensitive one
She was the bullied
The joke
The farce
The lonely
And truly
No one could've know
The magic she held inside her
The power
The strength
For no one cared
About the way she saw the world
About why she spoke to the moon
About where she really belonged
And when she left
It wasn't because of them
They hadn't won
She just chose to go home
One last breath at a time
All the pain
The sadness
The loneliness
Everything erased by the warm hug of the stars
And now they will never know
Never feel
Never see
Never understand
Just how magical she was
Just how true
How precious
They lost
She won
She's home now.
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Fickle thoughts
PoetryWise words and deep questions. A collection of poems about all types of universal and timeless questions. These are the 2 am thoughts that keep me from sleeping. These are my words of love, fear, ache, rage and laughter. I share them in the hope of...
