My Poetry | ✔

You Never Know

The girl in black

You assume she's depressed

You don't think about why she's in black

Funeral?

You don't think about why she's quiet

Mute?

You don't think about why she doesn't socialize

Over protective dad?

Did you ever stop and think about any of those things?

No

You hit her

You bruise her

You despise her

You torture her

You call her names

Why?

Because she can't tell you to stop, she's mute.

She can't fight back, has never learnt how to stand up for herself

And her black clothes from her mothers funeral drags her down.

Where do you send her?

Up to heaven to be with her mother

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I would just like to say that; Just because I write these poems, it does not necessarily mean I feel this way or have gone through these situations.

Please, if you do feel down, I suggest talking to someone ♡