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Little girls Sadness
I know I am just a child
I am not meant to feel so alone
I shouldn't understand this pain
But sadness
Sadness is an oversharpened pencil
It's just a stub
Almost nothing left
No one wants it
They overused it
Now it can't function
Just like me
Sadness is an old book
Worn down
With pages torn out
Damaged beyond repaired
No one knows who destroyed it
And they don't care
Its story will never be read
Just like me
Sadness is a snowman in summer
The snowman melts
Falls apart
Shrinks until there is nothing left
No one notices it anymore
It is just a puddle
A puddle of sadness
Just like me
I will grow with the burden of being damaged
Unwanted
Worthless
Alone
Broken into a million tiny pieces
I am a puzzle you can't put back together
That you give away because it's not worth the effort
I am a turtle laying on its back
It can't get up
Or save its self
No one helps it
They walk away
Wondering why it won't get up
But the shell is weighing it down
Just like my sadness is weighing me down
I can't get up
I can't breath
WHY DID NO ONE SAVE ME

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When I was in grade school I was going through a rough time regarding my family. We were supposed to write a poem about an emotion. I picked sadness. Now I am in high school and I have held on to the poem all these years. I decided I would edit it and try and get in my younger self's head. This was the result.