She hangs out by herself in her little corner.
Like she's been doing for the past six years.
No one bothers her, no one knows who she is,
No one cares no one asks.
She's just a little girl living in this lonely world.
Sheisnt much but skin and bone and she's fading away.
No one bothers her, no one knows who she is,
No one cares no one asks.
She wishes for the silence to end but
knows that pipe dreams don't come true.
She has no one, no mother, no father, no siblings, no relatives, no friends.
She's got a heart so full of hurt.
No one bothers her, no one knows who she is,
No one cares no one asks.
She's got demons that taunt and yap at her, threatening to swallow her whole.
She's got shrunken eyes that holds so much longing, struggling and depth.
She's a ghost just overlooked.
No one bothers her no one knows who she is,
No one cares no one asks.
She's ready, this is the end.
She's made up her mind, there's no going back.
No one bothers her no one k ows who she is,
No one cares no one asks.
She feels a sudden chill and let's out a shaky breath.
She looks up at the gloomy sky with clouds ready to let go and says,
" I'm coming home mama".
YOU ARE READING
Fading
Poetry"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in " Inside is a collection of poems of a little insit to broken people's lives the tried to find the light but the darkness was just to strong and alluring and thus they succumbed. Uncompleted.
