Life Passed Her By
A girl sat,
Thinking to herself,
Where did I go wrong?
What made people hate me?
Is there any hope left?
The girl pulls out a blade,
Saying,
'This is the end'
'Of the beginning'
The girl writes,
Gauges the names,
Of all who had hurt her;
The cuts got deeper,
As the list wore,
The girl turned,
The ground red.
Poppies will always,
Grow there.
The girl lays down,
Letting life go by.
Thinking to herself,
Where did I go wrong?
What made people hate me?
Is there any hope left?
The girl pulls out a blade,
Saying,
'This is the end'
'Of the beginning'
The girl writes,
Gauges the names,
Of all who had hurt her;
The cuts got deeper,
As the list wore,
The girl turned,
The ground red.
Poppies will always,
Grow there.
The girl lays down,
Letting life go by.