Sitting in the feild picking wild flowers crying over what she missed. <br />Tears from the night before stain her heart. <br />Everything she had lastnight she may not have tonight. <br />The pain for one night was actually gone and she felt happy. <br />Now today shes on her own crying and picking wild flowers. <br />Leaning on a tree hugging it, is the only thing she has left. <br />Atleast she knows the tree cant humiliate her like everyone else does. <br />All her life she only wanted someone to love her. <br />She has lost her trust for everyone. <br />She worries she will never love or trust again. <br />Now she knows that the world is just full of greif and lies. <br />Tears roll down her face and she falls over in a desperate call for help. <br />No one is around and no one can here her. <br />She doesnt want to go home to ruin everyone else's happiness. <br />She cant stop thinking shes worthless. <br />As she sits by the tree hugging it she remembers her blade is in her pocket. <br />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. <br />Together they walk into their predestination.<br /><br />Harley My Last Name<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-picking-2/
