The girl

Cry me a river,
try to believe her.

She,
she there with the sad eyes,
seems almost like she stairs in to nothing,
nothing and everything.

She,
her,
she,

that girl looks in to herself,
trying to fit in.

Struggles with herself
and everyone else,
never been happy or simple.

Make choices,
hearing voices.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Struggles with herself
and everyone else,
never been happy or simple.

you are not simpole but you wioll be happy