She slit her write
To deep this time
While writing this
And making it rhyme
She dosent know why
She feels like this
Shes got everything
There’s nothing to miss
Grate family
Grate friends
Grate guy
She dates
But she dosent know why
It feels so wrong
And every night she listenes
To the same old song
It dosent matter now
Shes long gone
Please don’t be sad
Shes not the only one.
Nicola Haines
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-425/
