By Anonymous
She took a deep breath,
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted her to be.
They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and Kind
They never thought
That this girl would be blind.
Not blind by the meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by the darkness,
Blinded by the Dark.
She walks around lifeless,
Heart beating but dead,
A walking corpse,
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 missing,
She hangs by a thread.
She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped of the ledge,
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."
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This is my favorite poem. I feel like it describes how I feel the majority of the time.
Love,
Kiba
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My favorite poems
PoetryHere are some poems I really like. Some are mine, but most aren't. I will give credit to the real authors, so I hope no one tries to kill me.
