Lonely

Sat, 12/02/2017 - 22:44 -- rverbru

She is happy

She was happy

She is smiling

She used to smile

She is laughing

She is crying

She is cutting paper

She is cutting her wrists

She is praying for a happy life

She is praying to die

She is a daughter and sister

She used to be a daughter and sister

They thought they would go first

She knew it would be her

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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