What happened to her smile?
She never seems to do that anymore
Not without faking and forcing it,
While her heart lies on the floor..
****** and broken*
She use to be the happy one,
Always up for a laugh,
Now she's the depressed one,
Thoughts of suicide run through her head
*Broken and ******
People see her walking alone,
But they don't wave to her anymore
They hide their faces behind their books
Afraid of her tears, her hurt, her sorrow..
Blue to red
She hates all the scars, the bruises, the tear stained cheeks
She always has and always will
Her hobbies include cutting open her wrists
In front of her broken mirror..
Red to blue
She doesn't see them working on her,
Just a darkness pressing in
They're trying so hard to bring her back,
Mais il est trop **** c'est la fin
Light to dark
Her mothers crying, school was cancelled
There are people sobbing everywhere
They never worried, didn't see it coming,
Could have done more to show they care..
Dark to light
"There's 70% chance that she won't wake up
And if she does, she probably won't remember a thing"
This mans voice sounds very far off,
But she can hear someone close by singing..
New and old
Her hand is warm but her name is still lost
Someone's breathing is felt close by
"I miss you, please come back to us..
I promise this time I'll try!"
Old and new
She knows this voice, if not anything else
She clenches her hand around the warmth
I'm coming The girl thinks to herself,
Have patience, I won't be long..
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
What happened to her smile?
She never seems to do that anymore
Not without faking and forcing it,
While her heart lies on the floor..
****** and broken*
She use to be the happy one,
Always up for a laugh,
Now she's the depressed one,
Thoughts of suicide run through her head
*Broken and ******
People see her walking alone,
But they don't wave to her anymore
They hide their faces behind their books
Afraid of her tears, her hurt, her sorrow..
Blue to red
She hates all the scars, the bruises, the tear stained cheeks
She always has and always will
Her hobbies include cutting open her wrists
In front of her broken mirror..
Red to blue
She doesn't see them working on her,
Just a darkness pressing in
They're trying so hard to bring her back,
Mais il est trop **** c'est la fin
Light to dark
Her mothers crying, school was cancelled
There are people sobbing everywhere
They never worried, didn't see it coming,
Could have done more to show they care..
Dark to light
"There's 70% chance that she won't wake up
And if she does, she probably won't remember a thing"
This mans voice sounds very far off,
But she can hear someone close by singing..
New and old
Her hand is warm but her name is still lost
Someone's breathing is felt close by
"I miss you, please come back to us..
I promise this time I'll try!"
Old and new
She knows this voice, if not anything else
She clenches her hand around the warmth
I'm coming The girl thinks to herself,
Have patience, I won't be long..
Mais il est trop **** c'est la fin = But it's too late, this is the end.
Also, Not even sure how I feel about this poem, wasn't even going to turn out this way until I was almost done lol #Don'thate
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