She collapses to the ground
Her knees make the sound
Her heart makes
The pounding in her ears
The sobbing makes her chest
Break and she’s trying her best
Not to let them hear
She’s drowning
And the depression is crowning
Her queen of failure
She’s trying to pray
No one is listening anyway
To her crying
Feeling alone and scared
Wishing someone really cared
Enough to tell her she’s not
Broken.
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Marla Haygood
Hi readers! I'm a student in Texas that loves to write short stories, dabble in poetry and bring awareness to mental health issues among teens and young adults.
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