She broke down day by day,
every minute before the last.
No one ever expected it,
her twisted mind was caught in past.
There is never a good enough reason,
but it happens every day.
What happend to this girl,
it happens every way.
Paralized by silence,
they get caught up in sorrow.
Lies of a past life,
effect their last tomorrow.
The suicidal loners,
I dont blame they're choices.
The world's air is the same as Hell's,
and we drowned out their voices.
| Ahh! That was great! I'm gonna check out your other stuff. If you think this deeply about this poem, then your others must rock too!|
|| Posted on 2006-08-25 00:00:00 | by Pabapfc | [ Reply to This ] || You really are deep aren't you? I like that. This poem is descriptive in a way that you don't really need a lot of words to say what you're trying to say. I really liked the while poem. Awsome job.||| Posted on 2006-08-27 00:00:00 | by Foreseer | [ Reply to This ] |