She had a smile,
but you put it down every once in a while.
She kept it hidden,
but once you found out, you continued,
though it was forbidden.
Her face was the definition of sad,
yet your smile said a sarcastic "too bad."
Your words are no longer games,
for you know they set her soul into flames.
The pain turns into tears,
as you get more to join through the years.
She cries for God, for she is now alone,
all because you left her on her own.
Suddenly, you feel guilt,
as you notice the scars on her wrist built.
She gave you several warnings,
but you did nothing until you found out she was dead the next morning.
-R 2015
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Dark Poetry
PoesíaRandom poems I come up with. Inspirational, depressing, reality check in the world we live in.
