She used to smile when she was younger
Back before she knew she was considered a disease.
He knew from the beginning,
That he was slowly going downhill
She could feel it.
He could see it.
It breaks away at the two of them from the inside
Thrashing and breaking her spirit
NO-- HIS spirit
Into two.
The light faded from his chocolate eyes
Because when they looked at him, all they saw was HER.
They saw the woman he used to be and refused to believe
He was anything but a mask.
The music in his ears played upbeat melodies
To keep his mind off of suicide.
He did his work,
Kept to himself
And slowly, his spirit died
Leaving an empty shell of a body
They still called 'her'.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PuisiA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
