I knew a girl
With pale skin and midnight hair
Dark eyes that didn't shine bright
With a tale to tell
But no one heard
The story, the screams in agony
Unfortunately she was broken
So she took one of her own broken shards
And pierced it in her skin
She bled
A beautiful bath of crimson blood
Her stories remained mixed within
They cried, they repented
But could any of it bring her back?
THE GIRL WHO LEFT
felicity wren
Poet's Note:
Hi people! How are you all doing? I just hope you know that suicide is never the answer. Life hurts , it's hard to be isolated , bullied. But, life is worth living because the ruthless storms pass and bring vibrant rainbows. You are a star , in a galaxy of hope , keep shining loves!
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Insomnia
Poésie"You let your lover's venom be your blood. And after your infatuation is over, all you are is a cold, lifeless body bleeding poetry into the broken frames of your heart." All rights reserved. @NefariousOrphics 2017
