You have the audacity to laugh
And blame me
At the fresh cuts on my wrist
When you are the one
Who gave me the blade,
And pushed me to the edge.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of The Dead Girl
PoetryShe was the girl who gave everything. She was the girl with the most beautiful smile. She was the girl with a big heart. She was. And now, she is just a dead girl with a blank face, broken heart and head full of thoughts.
