Please note this isn't mine. This is just one of my favourite poems written by Anahita Bahri which I thought was amazing.
A Lonesome Flower,
She'd had just about enough,
So she climbed out the tower,
And decided to jump
Now let's step back a bit,
All the bullies and the crap,
Oh and the cutting, that's it,
Those bitches deserve a slap
She'd come home after school,
Cry her heart out and scream,
She thought she'd drown herself in a pool,
But thought that might just cause a scene
Let's not forget about the boy,
And her being called angry and weird,
Constantly being treated like a toy,
She wanted her existence to be cleared
People never understood her,
Why she cut and cried,
Not even her friends no wonder;
Just one of the reasons why she died
So next time,
Take care of and love her,
Don't be part of the crime,
The murder of the Lonesome Flower
