The cuts on her arms,
Are like simple art gone wrong.
They all saw it
Yet no one asked.
They all heard her pain
Yet they kept a straight face; let her believe that she just hid well behind that mask.
And at the end of the day,
When the news of her death traveled like a wild fire,
All they could do then, was regret, be upset and go on again as if nothing happened - that was the brilliant liars they all were.
But me,
On the other hand,
Would have to live with the burden of when I did nothing to try and save her - so I ran.
- I ran as far as my legs could take me,
'til I too disappointed myself and gave up.
The façade I made was sickening
- and all because I tried to fit in.
I can only wish that this could've been like Romeo and Juliet's story,
But this will remain a saddening tragedy that people have by now, already forgotten.
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PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
