Breathe they said
Count to three
I inhaled deep
Tears falling
One
I whispered
I lost sleep
3am still sobbing
Two
I cried
I felt alive
The fire within
Burned and thrived
Three
I screamed
Full of rage
You turned and left
You walked away
But
As I stand here
Mind racing
Breathing, crying,
I count to three
I hear the sound of my heart break
As you leave me herre to ache
YOU ARE READING
If Only They Knew
PoetryShe knows that life isn't perfect. She knows she wasn't meant to be here in this world of hate. She knew everything but, nothing all at once. If only they knew too. Her life in the palm of her hands, with a pencil in the other. She'll write her stor...
