She walks the fragile broken road
Dark and dreary, wet and cold
The type of girl, who's lost all hope
The type of girl, with a delicate soul
Her love is unconditional
Her mind loves the uncomprehendable
Her weak soul, is turning cold
Her life, is easily endable
The type of girl, whose nowhere bound
Waiting for a savior to come around
But their selfish ears can't hear a sound
She's not exactly lost, but nowhere to be found
The selfish beings cannot condone
When she's hysterically crying, all alone
Categories:
endable, depression
Form: Sonnet