Webster | Free Poems
Her answer
I look happy on the outside,
Because the inside is what i’m trying to hide.
A bullet has pierced my heart,
now my whole world is falling apart.
This time I thought I had it,
but now it’s hurting me quite a bit.
I close my eyes clench my fists,
wondering if to cut my wrists.
A dark cloud sits over my head,
o how I wish I was dead.
I sit here with a big frown,
wondering what I did wrong.
I did everything I should,
to me things were going good.
I was so nervous to ask,
it seemed like a huge task.
When I asked I lost the air in my lungs,
but then she said o I was too young.
I thought she was joking,
but then I felt my heart-broken.