She took a deep breath
She counted to three
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted her to be
The wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind
They never thought,
That this girl would be blind
Not blind by the eyes
But blind in the heart
Blinded by sadness
Blinded by the dark
She walks around lifeless
Her heart beating but dead
A walking corpse
She is lost inside her head
Things have no meaning
At least not anymore
She was not how she was,
How she was once before,
She is one of the living
But one of the dead
A part of her is missing
She hangs on by a thread
She hung her head low
Took one final bow
She stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow
"I will not change who I am
As hard as any of you try
This is me giving up
This is one last goodbye."
YOU ARE READING
Broken Words
PoetryIsn't it odd how we can know human nature well enough to write poems that move others to tears yet must hear the words of others to cry alone?
