She sits in her room writing poems everyday,
To write down her feelings is easier to write than say,
So much emotion so much pain,
The one you try to get rid of once in a while again,
Her eyes filled up with tears,
Writing down her feelings and changing her emotions into second gear,
Can I not be happy?
CAN I NOT BE FREE,
WHY CANT ANYONE LOOK AND SEE I'M BREAKING INSIDE OF ME!!!!
This story ends in tragedy,
Of a poet so passionate,
Of a poet so sad,
The person who found her was he her dad,
With a suicide poem left on the floor,
He cried,
And the mother came running to the door,
SHE DIED OF A BROKEN HEART,
MY DARLING
MY SWEETHEART,
SHE WANTED NOTHING BUT TO SMILE,
NOT THE FAKE BUT THE ONE THAT LASTED A LOT LONGER THAN A WHILE!!!!!!!
With mascara still running down her face,
No one could ever take her place,
She looked down from heaven,
With tears in her eyes,
This was the first time she felt a real smile..
