Poems of Me

Her Nonexsistant Reasoning

3/6/14

You aren't really sure how exactly she went
By slitting her wrists
Counting on this
Or chopping off her head

But you didn't precisely care
She wasn't really human
And she had the worst temper when humid
So we all just thought it was well she faired

We were wrong we realise
But we can't really do anything
I wish I said something
It's sad how she met her demise

She wore a well made mask
Of velvet and titanium
It was so real, it was almost alien
And it wore of the perfect craft

It hid her scars
Kept all of her real self hidden
Like showing them was forbidden
But now she's with the stars

I say goodbye to her now
Cry and mourn
Say sorry for your scorn
And hunch over, bow down