Desperate

Desperate, she stands there
desperate for someone to take away her pain,
the agony that's tearing her apart.

Lonely, she falls there
lonely and trying to hide behind a hidden wall,
a wall she's built around her broken form.

Broken, she lies there
broken by the world's crushing force,
the force that was too much for her fragile being.

If only someone had seen...

I wrote this poem when I was in the Sixth Form as I waited for my next exam to start. It was a grey day and the rain was pouring down but it was quiet where I sat and as a girl came running past me in tears closely followed by a comforting friend I began to write this. It took me almost 5 more years and lots of pain to realise that this poem was about myself.