Unfinished (1)
I stare at my reflection
and saw a girl.
A girl who's holding
a blank pages of a book.
She was crying as she
writes words that kept missing.
"Why?"
She kept asking herself.
"No!"
She screamed.
Her wrist began to bleed
as she bites her swollen lips
Exhaustion, anger and fear
was I could see coiled inside her eyes.
"I don't want to live like this."
She whispered.
"Help me."
She cried.
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T;des of Life
PoetryLife is full of mystery, just like the ocean. Dive deep and you can't breathe Swim shallow and you won't enjoy. Sometimes calm. Sometimes rough. Sometimes you think you know it Sometimes you get lost in it. Just like life. The rough waves and...
