Talking to her self:
"À hypocrite,
That's what you are.
You save others,
But could barely save yours."
She kept on staring
Staring, at the broken mirror,
At her broken soul, at her broken heart.
Feeling empty, inside out.
YOU ARE READING
Through Poetry
PoetryJust things in my mind. Cover by @jamaicee Thnx, fren :>>
