The EndA Poem by Fighter/Lover
She cries all night long
waiting for it all to end sitting by herself all the time no one will look at her much less talk to her hot tears stain her dirty face people point out her scars, and ask why though they don't really care her parents at work almost never there the only way out is a long peaceful rest from her failed attempts, she's not exactly the best nobody will miss her they're better off without her they don't care enough to even cry she sits and plans her final days nothing's going right she thought she could end it...for good good-bye little girl whose hid so much pain
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2012 Last Updated on August 26, 2012 AuthorFighter/LoverDothan, ALAboutI am 16 years old and I love to write poetry. I'm open to reading anything and everything. My poetry isn't the brightest, but i believe it reflects my feelings and feelings of others my age. more..Writing
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