and eventually,
that girl.
the one that you saw in the corridor yesterday.
the one that you told your friends that she's a freak.
She's dying inside.
She's crying for help.
But none of you even care about her.
Cause you think she's just that girl in the corridor that you didn't even know her name,
So why would you even care ?
YOU ARE READING
That Girl
Poetry"I'm so fcking tired of people thinking that I don't exist." Cover photo by : amandamargareth Edited by : okayjinie All rights goes to the original owner of the photo. I do not own the cover photo that I use. You can check out more of Amanda Margare...
