Poem#13 : Thin Lines

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SHE DID NOT KILL HERSELF

Exhausted by the world's pretence

She jumped off the bridge to clear her existence!

Her eyes closed for the last time never to open again.

People around her pretended to cry in vain.

Her soul hated the world, her body couldn't breathe the air.

Suffocation; was what killed her.

People called her weak and unstable.

She just wasn't made for the world so she left it when she was able.

Her spirit wandered for many years.

She looked at those fucking fake human tears.

She screamed! No one seemed to hear her.

Then why the fuck were they shedding tears for her departure?

In a jolt, she woke from her most dreaded nightmare.

She was alive! And knew there are still some people who care.



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