As the blood dripped from her wrist,
She realized what she had done.
She broke the one promise he wanted her to keep.
Tears rolled down her eyes,
As she realized there was no way to explain.
She promised.
She failed.
He looked at her with tears in his eyes,
It was a mistake.
You were hurt.
But little did you know.
She tried her best to cut the vein.
But the attempts were null and void.
All it left were scars,
And perfectly unfair world.
You weren't there anymore.
She remained okay to the world;
But broken to herself.
-j.d.r
YOU ARE READING
-miles per minute-
PoetryWriting has always been my escape from reality, this book is a compilation of random short poems etc. that I've written. Miles per minute, because i overthink, when that happens, my mind races "miles per minute".
