Her little soul
Tainted with scars
That she couldn't with-hold
She stands on the roof to see
The darkened world she had painted to be
Looking down upon others who are meant to be
She looks up at the clouds and jumps to the sky but falls down crashing into
The streets without saying goodbye
Her dreams were made with lies
She knew she could never fly
But that's why her
thoughts were only on
Suicide
And again she waves goodbye
To the people she whispered lies
Beneath her smiles and in her eyes
You couldn't see a hint of light
And now she is gone
And emptied
Of her pain.
Everyone knows she didn't
Leave this world in vain.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoesíaAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
