She was only fifteen
Should someone so young
Be having such
Dark
Thoughts
This was just the beginning...
More mistakes to come
As time passes on
One day...
She will look back
And she will be greatful
That she did not end it
So abruptly
So brutally
Like her brain told her to
And one day
She will be happy
soon
c.r.
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
