it was January 8th,
When my friend took her own life.
No words to say
On this frightful night.
Tears were streamed,
But not for me.
Numbness filled
Only to make me feel ill
Maureen you are missed
I just wish
I could see you one more day.
YOU ARE READING
FOG
Poesía"this won't hurt one bit" they said to me as they ripped my heart out. My mind holds a lot of secrets that not a soul knows. These are my secrets.
