She cried.
So hard,
For so long.
Drip,
Drip.
And it went
Unnoticed.
She had a hole in her heart-
No, her brain-
Words dripped through
Drip,
Drip.
There was no plug
And that hole
Caused another
And another
And another
Soon she had no words left
They left her,
As she left humanity,
Both in a puddle,
And no one bothered to listen.
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For Those Who Suffer
PoetryNot your happy poetry book. This book is a collection of poetry for those who suffer. Contains mature topics (like assault). NO TRANSLATIONS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. *Irregular updates*
