She died you know
14 years ago
Because no one was there
To pull over a chair
She's gone now
You might ask how
But don't you think
Why is the real question in ink
There was no one to hear
No one to lend an ear
No one to help her
So her words started to slur
They told her to 'stop this'
So instead she deiced to reminisce
On all the times
She cut lines
When no one read between the lines
When no one saw
How broken she was under it all
Until the day
She finally cracked
Until the day
Her walls came crashing down
Until the day
She finally snapped
Until the day
She brokedown
Now she stands motionless
Emotionless
In the halls
There are no more walls
Now you can see
What happened to she
Nothing but an 'it'
Her mind split
Her outside as dead
As the life in her head
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Footprints of the Soul//Poem Book
Poetrywe all leave footprints wherever we go a piece left behind of what we know
