My ears have heard the sound of it
But I never saw it,
The shrieks of my sister when ,on Christmas, our dad never came back but a coffin did,
Howls and sobs of my brother when his best friend was in a drunk driving accident ,
And the quiet weeping mother who realized that we had more to pay off than our earnings,
Whimpers of my trembling lips as the blade touched my wrist ,
Christmas was never the same again.
My ears heard heartbreak.
And it ruined me.
A/N : Hellooo! After 8 long days, I am not so busy anymore
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
