Sad ish poem

The forgotten soul: a poem by me,

She was a flower

No one ever picked,

Slicing down the path

as everyone  let her heart rip.

No one ever helped,

No one ever talked,

No one even took,

Two steps to walk.

Oh! You never saw

Her swollen red eyes

Sinking in tears,

Still looking for the light.

Darkness was her friend,

Fighting against joy,

Betrayed by the one she loved,

She showed no emotion, like a toy.

Look at her,

It was always she and herself

Comforting each other,

Whispering the words

She wished to hear from others.

What kind of sickness does she have?

Perhaps......

Choosing silence wasn’t too bad.

-Darby 💗💗