Funeral ~ origenal poem
I once spoke to a little girl
With scars upon her face
But the scars she hid within her heart
Couldn't be replaced
The tears that she cried
Covered up with sand
Everywhere was home
Yet nowhere was her land
Blood shed from her anguished veins
Her eyes all red with hate
The fear she always dreamed about
The cure just came too late
No one saw the truth and so
No one looked inside
Untill the final day she lived
Before her suicide
I once spoke to a little girl
With a smile upon her face
Sometimes a smile can hide a sad face
Unfortionately, more often than not, that remains the sad truth.
Not always a lot of humanity left in humans! If people really took the time to see the person in stead of what the person could do for them theyd know the difference between a fake smile and a real one!
Unfortunately
Great poetry, thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading and for the feedback!
Anytime ^_^