She took a deep breath,
She counted to three,
A picture in her head,
Of who they wanted her to be.
They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought,
That this girl would be blind.
Not blind by meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart is beating but she feels dead.
A walking corpse.
She is lost inside her heart.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was once before.
She is one of the livings,
But one of the deads.
A part of her is missing.
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low,
took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge,
Saying one final vow
“I will not change who I am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up,
This is one las goodbye”.
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I appreciate the poetry. The message was given explicitly and though I know there’s more to these words, please hang on.
I hope I get to do what the character in this poem was brave enough to do soon.
Me too. I live near a bridge over a river and I think about it a lot lately.
Such a beautiful poem
I wish i have that courgae to die