Her
Her mind is full of obsession,
loneliness, and depression.
She blames the world for how she would feel,
and didn't have very good ways to deal.
Even with the praise she got in school,
at home she often felt miniscule.
The days at work are boring,
and her thoughts she keeps ignoring.
She thought of life and how it hurt,
she wouldn’t mind being six feet under the dirt.
She wondered if anyone would care at all,
that’s all she thought of when the sun did fall.
Maybe tomorrow will be better she thinks,
but starts to wonder if that’s just a jinx.
Her body has become numb,
this is not something she can overcome.
The sadness is here to stay,
as much as she wants it to go away.
Copyright © Allison Schumacher | Year Posted 2016
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