she stood there alone.
People pointing.
Blood dripping from her wrists.
No where to turn.
No one on her side.
What can she do?
Where can she go?
She doesn't wanna be here.
She wishes she was gone.
She sobbed quietly..
As she stood there, all alone.
YOU ARE READING
She Stood There Alone.
PoetryI wrote this the other day... One of many. Hope you like.
