In the dark world that leaks water and is dead

thers a girl.

 

She sits and waits

for the crack of sunlight to shine through the clouds, and the door to freedom to open.

 

All around her are dead trees,

cold floor tiles that are cracked,

the marble bench.

Rain soaks everything around her.

 

Her parents reach out for her.

They try to connect with her.

They try to get to her.

 

But the girl…

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Im a teen poem writter. Ive been writing poems for 4 years and have not told anyone about them. I go on websites like this so no one will meet me in real life and confront me about my poems. I have been told by people online that they are good and wonderful. My poems are very strong, dark, and maybe severly depressing for that is my life. Some might touch you, some might horror you. For these poems are my rue feelings, thoughts, and doings. I will be blogging my poes sooner or later. Thank you… Continue