A Girl

A girl walks through the halls,
small and petite,
not the prettiest girl,
but has something inside,

whatever shes hiding is unknown,
no one ever bothered,
to know what was wrong,
she walks along with her head down,

trying not to catch anyones eyes,
even though she doesn't want attention,
maybe she wanted someone to care,

as she goes home at night,
she writes these poems,
that don't rhyme,
but have her feelings written down,
in each and every one of them,

she cries almost everyday,
because of what people say,
she wears her heart on her sleeve,
but people take advantage,
and rip her heart into pieces,

she cares to much,
and trusts easily,
maybe thats why her heart breaks,
so many times,
she feels like dieing,
but people don't believe,
that she would take a risk,

but i would ask those people who doubt,
do you know what it feels like,
to feel alone?,
and feel like everyone is lieing to you and taking advantage of you,

i feel like that everyday,
ya my life isn't that bad,
but you don't live my life,
and some life's are more difficult than others,

i hope that people know that I'm not lieing,
because i do feel like dieing,
and one day if i get pushed over the edge,
i hope at least someone will miss me