Endlessly- A Collection of Original Works

She- A Poem

There was a girl who thought

That life was a beautiful thing.

But life, she discovered, is not.

Instead it is full of pain.

She gave the boy her heart

But caring was not in his nature.

And now he's left her broken

She's fallen and no one can save her.

He walked away and left her alone

To fall apart and break

Each day she thinks its something she's done

She doesn't want to believe it was fake.

He made her feel alive and loved

Like no one ever had.

Things were good but when he was done

All that was left was the bad.

She thought that maybe he was magic

She loved him more than life.

But he left her heart in tatters and havoc

As if he carved her with a knife.

And now she's become an artist

With no pride in her work.

She never thought she'd become this,

Covering it all with a long-sleeved shirt.

People don't understand her battle

They don't have sympathy for her pain.

But maybe they'll all weep when she sleeps

And never wakes up again.

There are no such thing as heroes

No one can save a broken soul.

You can't patch up the holes in a broken heart

You can't bring warmth to the cold.

So she is known as a freak around town

Alone in the drizzling rain.

She walks around with her head down

And a heart heavy with shame.

As she turns out the light she can finally smile

Because in heaven there is no pain.