She sits on her bed
Her roommate on the chair
Her roommate sends her a message
Words that she is ashamed to say aloud
And the silence becomes so thick
It is almost visible
The broken girl held up by a chair
Sits there and send her pain across the silence
She sends everything she feels
And not a single word is spoken
The other girl sits on her bed
And sends understanding across
And the broken girl feels so ashamed
After talking for a while she runs out of words
And sends a single message
" Can you come here? "
A hug between the two
Then the broken one breaks the silence
"I should have told you sooner"
They stay close for an hour that feels like many
Holding onto each other
For safety in the darkness of the world
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryShe is a fighter. She is a slacker. She is beautiful. She is alone. She is loved. She is happy. She is hopeless. She is me and she is you. And this is her story
