"dyana" poems
The world is now black and white
her eyes were stripped from the happy sight
her arms and thighs were filled with depressions art
her mind was filled with society heart
her tears were filled with her insincerity
her mouth was filled with a ton of lies
Her heart was no longer alive
people told her she would be just fine
she looked at them and started to cry
she whispered into their ear
don't you cry when I'm no longer alive
so hears my last goodbye
she picked up the gun
put it to her head
pulled the trigger
now she is laying dead
in front of them
Dyana williams
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
You dont really know her
you dont know anything
not a thought that sans her brain
not the reason she screams in vain or,
why she carvs depression art into the black canvas
called her arms
you dont know the memories that cross her mind
dont say you know her if you dont know what
happens behind the fake smile
Dyana Williams
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC