how can you stand there
watching me drown
why do you see them
but never ask me why
everyone else does
but
not you
why don't you question
why I do it
why do you watch me
silently
curiously
but never speak
I saw yours
covering your arm
is that why?
because we share the same pain
you don't question
because you already
know why
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From A Lost Girl
PoëzieBecause lost people have as many shitty poems as you do.
