They announced it on a Monday,
In our school's old sweaty hall,
That a girl that i had math with,
Wasn't comming back at all,
You could hear the silent questions,
She was perfect wasn't she?
What demons was she fighting,
That we were all too blind to see?
I sat in math that Monday,
Beside her now abandoned desk,
While our teacher warned us not to fail,
Our fast approaching test,
I remember she once whispered,
That she was envious of me,
My parents knew the work it took,
Just to get a simple 'B',
I wish I'd noticed earlier,
Or had the deceny to ask,
because her world must have been crumbling,
Behind her "perfect student"mask,
And I wonder if on that Sunday,
It was the last thought in her brain,
That the only A+ she could give,
Was the blood type in her veins.
hey im back guys,
my laptop was broken so i tried writing on my Phone
but that just sucks.
also i hope you all are ok, and doing fine.
And remember;
be kind and stay strong.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems
Poetry❥ Sad Poems ❥ !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! ❥ This is my first book ever, please be kind ❥ And don't forget: ❥ LOVE YOURSELF, LOVE MYSELF
