Kay, so this poem i kinda think it is somewhat how bella would have felt in new moon when edward left. i dont know Review and tell me what you think!
Don't wake me from this depression,
I can no longer handle this pressure.
My mind is full of things to do,
And where to go.
Each day more and more like the past,
Each person more like the past
Losing sight of the reason for life,
Each pain like a stabbing knife.
This cloud hovers over my head,
Charcoal gray just like lead.
My tears pour like rain,
I must be going insane.
All happy thoughts have disappeared into the darkness,
My life becoming more of a mess.
Don't wake me from this depression,
I can no longer take this pressure.
My friends don't care,
They ditch me if they dare.
My family is falling apart,
Bittersweet like a tart.
So just leave me be,
Wait for me to see.
The light will soon reappear,
All because it is your voice I hear.