Jane
I have been alive for fifteen years.
Wait.
Be that not right. I died two years ago.
And I’ve been dead.
Ever since August, I’ve been dead.
Cold.
Unmoving.
I locked myself in my room and stayed there until school.
Stayed there and Rocked in my chair.
Brushed my golden hair.
Played my piano.
I didn’t bother heading downstairs to what was my family.
And they didn’t miss me.
They pretended that I was still alive.
Still with them.
No.
I’m gone, and will stay that way until she comes back.
My name is Jane, and nobody understands me.
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deep and heavy
that was quite a haunting read but i proper enjoyed it. nice poem. Nick
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