This is from my old book. I unpublished it.
She cuts her wrist
He doesn't know
'Cause she's always acting
And putting up a show.
She's a victim of abuse
He doesn't even notice
All the scars and the wounds
And the arms full of bruises.
She puts on a smile everyday
And he stupidly believes
Thinking they were true
Obviously, he was deceived.
But then one day,
he pulled the trigger
Blood started forming
On the bathroom floor.
She attended his funeral,
Thinking what happened
Thought his life was okay
Why did he end it?
All the time she thought
She's the only one suffering
Unexpected though,
He too, needs saving.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
