She sits there in a corner blocked off from the world she dies on the inside with thoughts clouding her mind she's seconds away from grabbing the blade but an unknown force is stopping her she doesn't know how much longer she can take it being isolated from everything but it's her own fault that she's in this position she's scared to come out because of what people might think and she'll get hurt so she dies and dies and dies ,did we met once ,coz i feel your talking about my shity lif e,its very good ,keep up the great blue work i loved it ,and i dont love thing that easy and dies until she's not existing
r u emo or depressed or something?
You haven't read my other poems obviously...