she smiled at her phone
his messages ringing
through her mop
of blonde hair
a mess,very messy
but he didn't care
she thought he
cared,that
he liked her
but he never responded
sometimes didn't even talk
to her,and it hurt
her bestfriend kept secrets
secrets that made her
numb,upset,scared
the blade tore against
her skin
along her hip bone
her thigh
her wrist
her fingers
barely noticeable
that's exactly how she
felt
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the powerful
Poesíamy skin stretched upon my frame,an empty canvas..I'm see through like plastic wrap and pulled taut around the edges.My words swirl and wrap around my wrist and bind me against my will. My legs carry me places I cannot see and my brain cannot compreh...
