She has smoke on her breath
A bottle at her lips
And a heart of stone
Looking in the mirror
The tears freely falling
She curses God
She has only one question left
'Dear cruel world' she scrawls on a paper
Thinking of everything that has led her to this
Tears and ink cover the page
As she looks at the last bleary, single written word that's plagued her
'Why?'
There's a bang of a gun
Then a sickening silence
And she'll never get her answer now
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Poetic Whispers
PoetryMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
