warning: this part contains self-harm and suicide.
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A girl named Hana
walked out from the store
and saw mortals on pain.
A total of six,
not two nor four.
She told him to keep
his grasp strong
as he walked with weary
along the laughing throng
Salty beads on the
child's cheek she wiped.
While telling it's just a small
wound and it will soon be alright.
She saw a girl with her
strands covering her face
and fluffy cheek.
Told her she's beautiful
and lend her a clip.
She sings
a lullaby
to tell the baby
that he's not alone
on this world full of goodbye.
A student, as his eyes
run over a paper,
a disappointed look
plastered on his face;
then she insisted,
"It's Ok. You can
achive a goal, even if
you are not the ace."
A boy on his wheelchair;
quite depressed.
"Look at the sun,
it's smiling to you," she said.
And then she entered her room
after all the things that she said,
walk in the bath tub and take out the sharp thing she bought
and watch how the red,
warm liquid taints the edge.
-hypocrite
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
شِعرHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
