He always talked about death
Like it was something he wanted
Like he wanted it more then anything
It put her in a state of misery and sadness
Everytime he mentioned it she had to look away
To hide the tears and the pain in her eyes
To make sure he wouldn't catch them
But one time he did
" What's wrong?" he asked
Like his previous comment was normal
She tried to hide her face better
She said nothing was wrong
For she didn't want him to know that he was torturing her
She didn't want him to know that he was making her cry
Her thoughts were consuming her
Am I not making him happy?
What am I doing wrong?
What is wrong with me?
He'll never know her sorrows and her fears
Because she hides them with a mask and only pays attention to his
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Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"