She was so beautiful when she slept.
No more hurt, no more pain.
It was like the world's cold hands hadn't touched her.
She was at peace.
No tears, no regrets.
It was like she was free of her demons.
She was quiet when she slept.
No agony, no misery.
It was like the storm was over.
She didn't suffer.
No depression, no anxiety
It was like the wars in her head didn't exist.
She was so beautiful when she slept now I understand why she wanted to sleep forever.
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Shattered Poems
PoesíaPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
