Treasure Island

Leise Landreth


She sits alone


She sits in the corner all alone.
She doesn't have a friend to call her own.
Sitting, waiting, feeling left out.
Her only choice is to sit there and pout.
She quietly watches everyone else.
No one accepts her for being herself.
Her heart is torn, her wounds are deep.
She wishes to fall into an eternal sleep.
The tears start to fall and she loses it all.
She questions her life, what's it worth and why isn't she in heaven and off this earth?
A lost cause, a lost soul.
Her world in pieces, her heart no longer whole.
She sat in the corner, but now she's not there...
There was nothing to live for...
So she didn't care...

Submitted: Sunday, October 16, 2005
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