You once asked me a question
A secret question I shouldn’t know
But now it’s my turn to pled
Why do I lay here so cold & all alone
Where do I go from here?
The Sun is hiding & the birds are dead
The grass is greener because it’s not grey
The glass is broken & there are no more days
The last petal on the perfect rose has hit the floor
The tears can’t stop because they won’t even fall
Do you understand yet?
If you ignore my plea I understand
You can’t help, no one can
Kille and Brim (young poets)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/giving-up-12/
