This world

A Poem by HeatherWoodard

In this world that we make our own,
lots of friends, yet still alone

In this world there is nothing to gain
Just a vast amount of unwanted pain

In this world we hold so dear
Every day the end draws near

In this world, a lonely girl
Her sleeves stained red
from the cuts that bled.

In this world, a glimmer of light
Penetrates the darkness of this winter night
A glimmer of hope,
Peace of mind.
For soon she began to find
The world is not so bad after all.