She sat there in disarray
In a room paint with the pain of her pass
Posters of her suffering spread across her walls
Her bed just blankets of tears that she was just to lazy to clean
No doors
No windows
Just silence
A silence so loud that she broke into a million pieces
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryJust a thought, turned into words. Written into a piece of paper. Now that thought is much more then ever.
