She chose the latter,
the easiest way,
the less complicated,
the less bumpy way.
She chose to be selfish,
she chose to inflict pain---
instead of feeling the pain,
instead of loosing the leash.
She chose to ignore the signs,
she chose to act normal,
she chose to live by,
before pulling off the gun,
atlast.
YOU ARE READING
Her unknown letters
PoetryIn the midst of her saddest days, she didn't cry nor asked for help, she just let her words run through her veins, and paint the poetry she longs to say. My first poetry book.
