Her alarm goes off beside her,
A rough starts to a rough day,
She pulls on the first clothes she sees,
And continues on her way,
The woman on the sidewalk,
Seem to have life all worked out,
They don't feel the sadness she does,
And her own self-conscious doubt,
She's never been called pretty,
And she feels like she knows why,
As she watches all the clouds,
Making patterns in the sky,
She doesn't want attention,
So she glances to the ground,
As though it may hold the answers,
That she's longing to have found,
Her day's like all the others,
Filled with voices in her head,
Telling her she'll be alone,
Until the day she's dead,
She walks back home defeated,
Her bed so big that she feels small,
Hoping that tomorrow,
She does not wake up at all.
- e.h
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Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
