The Only One
Think about How You Treat Others
An upbeat noise resonating throughout the room
A lonely boy staring at his wrist
A steady flow of tears
Pain
Joy
Depression
Happiness
People can differentiate the meaning
A popular girl staring straight through
Seeing want she wants
Never able to reach it
Broken piano keys
A flipped chair
All you have to do is ask
I'm okay
Smile through the pain
Please just ask
She walks over
He walks away
Reaching out
Sinking to the bottom
Never the same.
About the Creator
Yuki Cross
I'm just a bored writer and thought that I could share some of my works.
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