A Girl

Let me tell you a story
Of a girl dressed in white
She did all she was supposed to
And never picked fights
She had many friends
And those who loved her
Yet she still felt alone
And tossed asunder
The only friend that gave her hope
Was a little friend that she named "Rope"
He had offered her escape
And she was more than willing to take
Let me tell you a story
Of a girl dressed in white
She wore ribbons and pigtails
And was home long before midnight
She smiled, she laughed
She worked incredibly hard
But she never felt happy,
Just alone and afar
People believe what they see
People believe only what they think can be
The girl knew this
That's why she put on such a good show
So that way when she was oh so sad
Nobody would ever know
She didn't want help
No one could help her anyways
Except her friend Rope
He promised her release
Sometimes, she felt,
That was an opportunity to be seized
Let me tell you a story
Of a girl actually dressed in black
Never mind
The story ends here
Where her neck went -

Reviews

[Nasty Nincompoop]

Sad, morbid, and 'anyways' isn't technically correct...if you are serious about trying to make a career out of writing

[Kent Rawski]

Not fun to make fun of someone hung

[Kristen Liles]

I’m sorry you took it that way. But the person is actually me. I wrote this in one of the very many times I feel suicidal. Writing poetry keeps me from doing exactly what this poem is about. I’m not making fun of anyone for sure cause the depression I have is nothing funny and to be honest I don’t understand how you perceived it that way. But thank you for your feedback regardless

[Kent Rawski]

Ok sorry hope you get better

[Nasty Nincompoop]

oh and it's 'because' ...not 'cause'