Once there was a girl
The girl loved to help others
Helping others made her feel special
Like she could do something
Like she could be happy
By helping people
She takes there bags
There bags of burdens
And keeps them all in her house
Her house she called heart
She takes the bags
Each and every one of them
So she could make others happy
So she could feel happy
But her home got filled
One of the bags broke
Making a flood of black in her house
She had nothing left
Nothing left for herself
But she had a smile
Because it was all for others wealth
She was homeless now
Had no where to go
And nobody wanted to help her
But she still took bags
And continued to take them
Because it made others happy
Because it made
Her happy
YOU ARE READING
Poetry At Its Best..... I Hope (Editing In Process)
PoetryIts just poems i have made and all my future poems are going to be at . Please give me feedback!!!! Thank you!!!! Also the latest ones are the better ones, just letting you guys know lol
