Dear; to whom it may concern
In this life I've wept and burned.
I tried to get you to notice ---
But all my hopes were tarnished.
Dear; to whom may ever care
In this life I've bled and scarred.
I tried to get you to see ---
But I never got that far.
I tried to scream your name
But every attempt was in vein.
I cried and wept for nights ---
But ended up drowning in my strife.
You stood there, screaming
Shouting out words in a hiss
To bad you didn't really see ---
I took this shot, and I didn't miss.
Oh, how it pains me to know
No one stopped to care and see
The bloody pages of a dead girls poem ---
And the broken hopes within her dreams.
Sad, beautiful, and reflective. So many sad and intense feelings can lead to death. All are worth a poem. Amazing, dear.