She didn't want to be told to stay strong.
That didn't help. She was trying so hard to do
that but she just couldn't anymore.
She wanted someone to comfort her and say, "I
know what you're going through, darling.
Don't worry, it'll all be okay."
She wanted someone to be there for her, but
they all just told her the same thing.
~PINK // September 2014
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Our Little Tragedies
PoetryThis is my poetry, starting from July 2014. I write about my life and desires and how I see the world. My pen name is PINK. Feel free to point out any typos. Enjoy :)
