my poem*
She walked up the stairs
No one was home
She laid on her bed, crying. Dying
Wishing someone would come and save her
She missed him
Even though he broke her heart
She knew she needed him
She longed for him to apologize for the hurtful words he said,
but weeks past, and then months, and still no words asking for forgiveness came from his mouth
She would constantly think of the memories they shared
She felt guilt inside her
wanting to apologize for her mistakes
but knowing she shouldn’t show that she’s hurting
for he could easily ruin her life
A month passed since they talked
He started to make rumors about her
making all her friends turn on her
She lost everything important to her
One day she couldn’t take it anymore
she was tired of him hurting her
she was tired of all the rumors that she herd
so she went into her kitchen
pulled out a knife and started to cry even harder
The tears fell from her eyes
and dripped down her cheeks
Her phone rang
She picked it up and said hello
it was the boy who was closer then no other
A different boy, who didn’t know why she was
feeling the need to hurt herself
He forced her to put down the knife and stop crying
She went up into her room
thanked the boy very much
told him that she owes him
and that she’d always be there for him
she put down the phone and walked away
a month had passed, everything was going great
she realized that wanting to do that stuff was stupid
July 26 came
her friend threw a birthday party
everyone went, it was loads of fun
they went swimming, ate some food, and they all just hung
She left early, one of the first to leave
Saying her good-byes as she drove down the street
She went to bed, got a few phone calls
trying to help everybody out, no problem at all
She went on the computer just to find out
The boy that saved her life, is now in doubt
no one knew his number or his street address
all they could do was sit and rest
The boy was their alarm clock, called and woke them up every morning
He’d help everyone out, and always be there
The morning of the next day no phone calls were received
Everyone just ready to get up and leave
to go look for his house and see if he’s home
But no one will go
They are all just waiting...
this is a poem i wrote, hope you like it
No one was home
She laid on her bed, crying. Dying
Wishing someone would come and save her
She missed him
Even though he broke her heart
She knew she needed him
She longed for him to apologize for the hurtful words he said,
but weeks past, and then months, and still no words asking for forgiveness came from his mouth
She would constantly think of the memories they shared
She felt guilt inside her
wanting to apologize for her mistakes
but knowing she shouldn’t show that she’s hurting
for he could easily ruin her life
A month passed since they talked
He started to make rumors about her
making all her friends turn on her
She lost everything important to her
One day she couldn’t take it anymore
she was tired of him hurting her
she was tired of all the rumors that she herd
so she went into her kitchen
pulled out a knife and started to cry even harder
The tears fell from her eyes
and dripped down her cheeks
Her phone rang
She picked it up and said hello
it was the boy who was closer then no other
A different boy, who didn’t know why she was
feeling the need to hurt herself
He forced her to put down the knife and stop crying
She went up into her room
thanked the boy very much
told him that she owes him
and that she’d always be there for him
she put down the phone and walked away
a month had passed, everything was going great
she realized that wanting to do that stuff was stupid
July 26 came
her friend threw a birthday party
everyone went, it was loads of fun
they went swimming, ate some food, and they all just hung
She left early, one of the first to leave
Saying her good-byes as she drove down the street
She went to bed, got a few phone calls
trying to help everybody out, no problem at all
She went on the computer just to find out
The boy that saved her life, is now in doubt
no one knew his number or his street address
all they could do was sit and rest
The boy was their alarm clock, called and woke them up every morning
He’d help everyone out, and always be there
The morning of the next day no phone calls were received
Everyone just ready to get up and leave
to go look for his house and see if he’s home
But no one will go
They are all just waiting...
this is a poem i wrote, hope you like it