Gone
The cold air tangles her hair
Darkness surrounds everything, consuming it
Clouds of sorrow weep above,
As they view her on the rooftop
She stares for a moment,
At the world before her
Lights illuminate the streets,
An angry wave crashes against
The cold, damp, sand
A lone girl,
Feet dangling off the edge
Of the hard, concrete ledge
Staring at the road,
From her place on the roof,
Wondering where it will take her
Her heart lays in pieces,
Shattered against the sidewalk below
Her dreams are gone
Her hope is gone
She is gone.
-Lia💙
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She is
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. It revolves around depression and anxiety I'm getting better but I did have severe depression to the point I hurt myself. I don't hurt myself anymore but lately I really want to. So I thought I could write a book of poetry...
