Nobody saw the signs that she wrote upon her wrist
Nobody could tell that she never wanted to exist
And if by chance they showed some spark of worry
She reassured that she was fine in a hurry
But when her siblings came home to see a note
They knew the truth inside blood in which she wrote.
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
РазноеDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
