1 am
a broken soul on a white tile floor
her feelings pour red,
her thoughts are black.
every slit calms the heavy breathing,
the unforgettable shaking.
a note lies beside her.
starting with dear,
and ending with i love you
she lived lonely,
she died alone.
YOU ARE READING
She still misses you. {{ -- 3AM thoughts. }}
Poetrythe poems in my story are written by yours truly. the suffering, heartbreak and loneliness lies in this book.
