There are few things that make her happy,
Few things that turn her withered frown upside down
But those few things are bright, they are bright and beautiful
She tries and tries to constantly surround herself with these positive, wonderful things but she can't,
She can't bring herself to be happy,
Can't bring herself to accept the contentment she deserves.
- r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoetryHey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af