she was a used book.
her pages were torn from
the year of misuse by her hand.
her words were faded from
the lack of light in her world.
and her spine was cracked from
the weight of her melancholy.
if only someone cared enough
to read into the true meaning
behind her desolation.
maybe then she might
care to notice
that she is starting to
fall apart at the seams.
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tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...