you push her around
you pull her hair
making her sink
in a world of despair
you call her countless names
and think of it fun
now all your mates join in
sympathy? you have none
your cruel twisted minds
watched her as she cried
you leave her on the ground;
broken,bruised,wanting to die
everyday you come
and make her life a hell
all you do is laugh
as you watch her scream and yell
she waits until you come
so you can see her death
as she jumps from a window
right above your head
a peice of paper comes floating down
it lands softly by your shoe
you pick it up with shaking hands
all she wrote was: this is because of you
YOU ARE READING
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
