They called her names.
The one she was born with, never.
They called after her:
"Ugly!"
And they smiled smugly.
They called after her:
"Whore!"
And they pushed her to the floor.
They called after her:
"Waste of space!"
And she fell without grace.
He wished her the best,
But instead he found her at rest.
He wished she heard what he said,
Yet he found her dead.
So he quietly whispered into her ears:
"I will, for you, always be here."
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I wanna fcking cry but I can't.
I wanna scream but my voice's gone.
Friday I had 5 mental breakdown.
I love you all!!!
!!!YOU NICE, KEEP GOING!!!
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
