And Nobody Knows
If you feel like this, realize people do care. Talk to someone. And if you need it, I'm always here. Message me. Please tell me what you think of this one. It kinda just came to me. comment please.
She walks the hallways at school,
Plastered to the walls, head down, hair covering her face,
Making sure not to break the slightest of rules.
All too well, she knows her place.
She does everything possible to divert attention.
But abandons it all for she cares too deeply
To refuse to hold and to help them
When they, all hope gone, come weeping.
Like vultures to a carcass, her classmates flock to her,
To tell of their troubles and of their unheard stories
Intently, she listens to each word
And, feels their pain, her arms bleeding.
No one would expect that her story is, also, full of pain.
She drowns it with her own blood and masks it with smiles.
She sometimes dreams of laughing like they do, but it is in vain.
For no one can truly be happy once you have lived through those fires.
But, tonight, everything will change.
She has decided that it's time she enacted her long-forgotten plans.
Some will call her pitiful, some will call her deranged,
For this time she cut to kill- scarlet hands.
It took a while, but someone finally realized she wasn't there.
A note found in her clenched fist.
It contained one final apology, a name, a prayer.
She thought that her death wouldn't matter, but to no end, she is missed.
Plastered to the walls, head down, hair covering her face,
Making sure not to break the slightest of rules.
All too well, she knows her place.
She does everything possible to divert attention.
But abandons it all for she cares too deeply
To refuse to hold and to help them
When they, all hope gone, come weeping.
Like vultures to a carcass, her classmates flock to her,
To tell of their troubles and of their unheard stories
Intently, she listens to each word
And, feels their pain, her arms bleeding.
No one would expect that her story is, also, full of pain.
She drowns it with her own blood and masks it with smiles.
She sometimes dreams of laughing like they do, but it is in vain.
For no one can truly be happy once you have lived through those fires.
But, tonight, everything will change.
She has decided that it's time she enacted her long-forgotten plans.
Some will call her pitiful, some will call her deranged,
For this time she cut to kill- scarlet hands.
It took a while, but someone finally realized she wasn't there.
A note found in her clenched fist.
It contained one final apology, a name, a prayer.
She thought that her death wouldn't matter, but to no end, she is missed.
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