Her entire life was a lie
She told herself she did deserve to die
Her existence held no meaning
Her filthy soul needed cleaning
Her face pale and gaunt
Her life story scrawled in an ugly font
If she died would anyone care?
Would anyone even be aware?
She would just be another face in the obituaries
Their happy faces rosy, the cheery color of cherries
Without her, the earth would still spin
No one would miss her, not even her kin
So she let her life slip through her fingers
And allowed herself the luxury of rest
Eternal rest
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PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...
