Anti-social Pessimist

Anti social Pessimist short poem

Photo by Sten Dueland

She wanders alone in the middle of the night
surrounded by darkness and seeking for a light
As the silence grows within her heart
She sits alone and rips herself apart
All she ever wanted was to be heard
But no one ever cared if she got hurt
Now she’s as lonely as a cloud
Can’t even be heard when she screams aloud
Thinking of the wounds and how they’ll leave a scar
As the help from others is way too far
Believing that those wounds will never heal
Sadness and pain is all she could feel

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Minnie Mariah Wilson

I enjoyed your poem