Sometimes she smiles,
Sometimes she frounds,
But she hides a secret every night,
While she falls straight to the ground.
She does not tell, she does not say,
Who is doing this,
And who has made her this way.
It is not a girl, but only a boy,
That makes her cry,
And nearly drowns herself.
She smiles so the world won’t know,
That this smile is just for show.
She walks alone in the rain,
So nobody will see her pain.
She hurts because she loves him,
She cry’s because she can’t have him.
As her last wish, she wished that he would love her.
So she goes to her phone and calls his number.
She called his phone, he answered.
“Hello†she told him she loved him and hung up the phone.
As she lay’s there looking at her knife,
She cry’s so hard,
And that night she lost her life.
Hey.
I don't know if this poem was based on your life, or someone you know or what.
But it really got to me.
I know how it feels...
Its the worst feelin in the world.