Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

   I knew a girl who sat at the front of the class. She always smiled and laughed she kept everyone from going wild but she had a dark secret. Something that she knew she would regret, in the darkness of the night she cut her wrists and bruised her thighs. She felt the pain that no one understood.
     I knew a girl who sat at the front of the class. She try to fix everyone's issues but, she had problems too. She didn't ask for help how to solve them. She faked a smile and never cried and if anyone asked, she was fine. But she felt the pain that no one understood that drove her to cut her wrist and bruised her thighs. But she wore sweatshirts and always told lies.
     I knew a girl who sat at the front of the class who suddenly stopped laughing. Her once bright face always hidden by her hood. she felt a pain that no one understood which drove her to cut her wrists and bruised her thighs. But she kept to herself and never showed any emotion. I knew a girl who sat at the front of the class, but she didn't come to school anymore. No one noticed except for me. Then it was announced that the girl who sat at the front of the class, had killed herself her body hung from a rope, tied to a dead tree. Her wrists bloidy and her thighs bruised. A note sat under her. It read: 

"I know a girl who sits in the back of the class. Who never smiles her dull face hidden by her black hood. She feels a pain that she thinks no one understands. But that's not true I'm gone. But you're not , get better, get better like I never could.         -from a girl at the front of the class"



This poem is part of my collection called: ×forever×
    ×