Every damn single lie I ever told you
Has sliced my skin
The heavier the lie, the deeper the cut.
You know what I think every now and then?
It's your reaction.
Your reaction the moment you see my body
Full of cuts and scars.
Some cuts are new
Some scars are fading out
But all of them are deep, sliced lies.
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.
