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poetic justice
there's a girl
sitting silently
in a cold room
because silence is all you have
when there's no one left
she's trying not to cry
tears are frozen to her smile
she's an outcast
a loner
alone
scratching death into her wrist
with ink pens and
paper clips
what's the fastest way to gt it done?
she lost it all when
she started to care
about losing anything
what did she have but fear
she sat there long enough
to know nothing was coming back
a loner
alone
she never wanted this life
her dreams were spent on
something more tangable
then dreaming
for something better
ironically enough
she saw this coming
never wanting to stop it
it feels good to be
alone
nobody can hurt you that way
they pulled her black converse all star
from the ocean tide
poetic justice was written on the side
scratching death into her wrist
with ink pens and
paper clips
what's the fastest way to gt it done?
This is a very.. very personal poem. That makes it all the better.
she lost it all when
she started to care
about losing anything
Wonderful line. I like.
something more tangable
then dreaming
for something better
SUPER line.
ironically enough
she saw this coming
Mmm.. a nice play on what you expect. Sounds reminiscent of myself. Isn't that great news?
they pulled her black converse all star
from the ocean tide
poetic justice was written on the side
God. Such a great ending. This was a fantastic poem. You are right. You are right right right right righteo.