she screamed, she cussed, she cried
she fell into a hole, gave up, and died
she'd been destroyed
washed by waves of pain, over and over, year after year
nothing left but empty words
not one shed tear
the people she'd known were angry and sad
her parents, of course, were extremely mad
'such a selfish act, her dying like that'
her friends confused
'we didn't know things were that bad'
her siblings lost
'no way it's true'
her future, gone
everyone haunted by the news
and as they buried her on that day
echoed were the words she used to say
"Shout-out to those bravest of actors, the ones that hide their tears with their laughter."
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Passionate Poems and Demure Drawings
PoetryPoems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.
