anyways, you can see me in deviantart... i'm w1nt3r-th0ts23
and, can you think of a better title for this poem?
Depressed
Her head poised down as she slouched
Hearing people whisper she has no worth
But she knew, she knew she was worthless,
For she was loathed and hated since birth.
For all these years, she walked alone
Her soul feeling used, beaten and empty
She knew there was nothing left for her
Hope was long gone, there was no light to see.
Her flimsy black hair kept her from seeing,
The cruel world and its ruthless people,
She has had enough of the ferocity
But killing herself, she was not yet capable.
She knew she was unloved by every one
But she has no other better choice
Why should she spend her life with them?
When they don't want to listen to her voice?
She always questions this sour life,
But knows nobody will ever answer,
Nobody will ever be there to help,
While she just cries, her eyes glimmer.
How many days are left till she goes away?
She counts down the days eagerly and waits
She sits there by herself, lost in thoughts
Her mind drifting from the life she terribly hates.
She hid everything in her masked diary
Those emotions that she always couched
So she just lets the days pass by
Her head poised down as she slouched.
2006-10-01
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