Who was she?
Just a girl,
A poor little girl
Who had feelings too
She was the victim.
Funny
Smart
Sweet
Kind
Words that described her,
Words she never heard
Boring
Stupid
Fake
Annoying
Things she was told,
Lies that she believed
A girl with potential,
And a future ahead
Told she was nothing,
A scrap at the bottom of the pile
She was the victim.
Alone
Abused
Hated
Bullied.
She was the victim.
Now she's grateful that the words are gone
As she lies six feet underground
She is in a better place
Not aware
Of those who cared
Now crying at her grave
Because
She was the victim.
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Poetry From The Heart and Beyond
PoetrySo here are basically a few of the poems I've been working on, they are still going through stages of editing, please let me know what you think of them 😘
