Her
As the tears run down her face
She stares hopelessly into space
Hoping the pain will end
And she will be loved again
She wonders about the point of life
Trying to distinguish wrong from right
Dealing with the pains of past
Wondering if they’ll end at last
She dreams of times gone by
As she stares at the sky
She wants someone to talk to
And listen too
But no one will
She means nothing to them
Truth is, I’m that girl
Copyright © Nicole Beesley | Year Posted 2011
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