This is a short poem written by me out of lost hope and despair. 

The Girl

 
She’s the type of girl

Who crosses the road without any care

And glides the scissors by herself

To cut her hair.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who never winces when she’s hurt

And forgets to put bandage

on her cuts.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who will crack a joke when she’s sad

And her eyes will never meet yours

Until she’s mad.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who holds the knife recklessly in her hands

As if wishing for them to

Slit through her veins.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who fails to sleep at night

Yet when her dawn starts,

Her face is always so bright.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who will keep on smiling and say she’s okay

Because in her life

People always leave her astray.

 

She’s the type of girl

Who has soundless and tearless cry.

Like a wolf howling for

Moonless sky.

~ Ankita Brahma ⚡️

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