I saw it
I saw the lines on your wrists
I saw the marks on your skin
I saw the bags under your eyes
I saw you-
Falling apart
Now that I can see your innocent face
Comfortably resting and at peace,
But it's not just the glass that separates us now
It is the world of the dead and the living.
Will you believe me if I say that I saw this coming?
I saw you shattering
But... I never did anything.
I saw you, I saw it,
Yet I never told you to slow down-
And breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
