She was hurting,
She was suffering.
She closed her eyes,
Just for a second though,
She opened them again so
She could see clear skies.
She loved the way stars blinked,
She loved the way they always did,
Like it was just for her,
And no one else.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
