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This is a very emotional poem about a very lost girl. |
There is this girl She lives alone Yet so many invade her life Yet so many people invade her life She is filled with pain She is filled with grief There is no way to make this Make this go away She always sits alone in her only place for sanctuary She feels so empty She feels so tired She’s needed this for a long long while She sits alone with the instrument So sharp Sharp are the words that move around Sharp are the thought s that invade her life Soft was the wrist that was so pale Soft were the curls that formed her hair Red is the color of her only escape Red is the pain that escapes her grip It runs down as she realizes all her fears She runs away as she realizes that They are all still there They are all still there The thoughts, the fears, her breaking heart She is all alone in this whole wide world Denial is so far away She fakes thee smile everyday She fakes the laughs all alone Why does no one love this girl? She was so pretty She was so sweet What made this girl this ways? She is alone She is unwanted She hopes for love and happiness that never comes She sit alone and helps her self The only way that peace can save The instrument that brings her peace So sharp are the thoughts So red is the pain, she runs form everyday The pain she feels gets so old The pain she feels gets so old Her wrists won’t heal Her song won’t sing Her pain will always invade Unwanted she feels, unloved she is No hope is hers for any peace |