As she slowly does my hair,
I feel her hands shiver in the air.Her beautiful eyes always glazed.
Her smile always held the pain.
Inside that happy face,
Is a broken soul.
Slowly falling apart,
Too stubborn to let anyone know.I hold her hand in mine.
Tell her 'It will be alright'She wishes me a goodbye kiss.
And as I sit in the back seat of the bus
I think, to myself,Will it be alright though?
I was only nine...
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Free Fall [poetry]
PoetryLife took a turn, for the better I believe, When I was only fifteen... This is a narrative poetry on marital abuse, rape, murder and suicide. ⚠️Warning: This book might trigger someone. Please read the tags before you start. ✨FEATURED on Wattpad...