Flower Picking Poem by Harley My Last Name

Sitting in the feild picking wild flowers crying over what she missed.
Tears from the night before stain her heart.
Everything she had lastnight she may not have tonight.
The pain for one night was actually gone and she felt happy.
Now today shes on her own crying and picking wild flowers.
Leaning on a tree hugging it, is the only thing she has left.
Atleast she knows the tree cant humiliate her like everyone else does.
All her life she only wanted someone to love her.
She has lost her trust for everyone.
She worries she will never love or trust again.
Now she knows that the world is just full of greif and lies.
Tears roll down her face and she falls over in a desperate call for help.
No one is around and no one can here her.
She doesnt want to go home to ruin everyone else's happiness.
She cant stop thinking shes worthless.
As she sits by the tree hugging it she remembers her blade is in her pocket.
Now shes comtemplating giving her life up for someone else to live. As a few minutes pass a boy comes to sit by her crying and telling her he wants to end his life as well.
Together they walk into their predestination.