Poems

Who They Wanted Her To Be

She took a deep breath,
She counted to three.
A picture in her head,
Of who they wanted me to be.

They wanted me to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought,
That this girl would be blind.

Not by the meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.

She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse,
She is lost inside her head.

Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.

She is one of the living,
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing.
She hangs on by a thread.

She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge,
Saying one final vow.

"I will not change who I am,
As hard as any of you try.
This is me giving up,
This is one last goodbye."