That Girl

This poem was written for a friend of mine who was depressed and hurting herself. I recentally gave a copy of it to her. She loved it. It actually made her cry. But it was a good cry. She said she was glad that someone cared enough to write her a poem. I

Why does that girl cry?

Why doesn't she make it better?

Why does she hide everything?

She is lost, wandering the empty strets alone.

Searching for something, but unaware of what.

She appears to be perfectly happy,

But that is on the outside, inside she hurts and feels alone.

Oblivious of those who love her and care for her.

She doesn't see how her pain hurts those around her.

Why doesn't she see, see those who love her and want to make her happy?

She only see those who hurt her.

But I am here, waiting with the others.

Waiting for her to see the love we have for her.

Reviews

[Kels]

i have felt this way before. i use to be like that. i think your writings are absoulutely great. this one is my favorite one. it reminds me of me and who i use to be.i use to be like that. but then i met the love of my life.i decide to write you a review since you wrote me one to. i thank you for that. so here you go. hope its good enough. :)