I am the girl
You saw walking down the hallway...

It's my fault I'm like this
Always depressed...

Everything slumped
Frowns, my only facial expression...

You see it in the children
In their eyes...

I am sick of this life
I am sick of you...

Sometimes
The pain...

This is another part of my trail poems, id...
Sometimes...

She isn't real
Just a shell of a once human...

Here
Alone...

Every single day
I just sit here...

I wonder how
how the gun pressed against my head would feel...

They say that people help you along the way,
but when they leave...