Wished she have better life
Spent on better days
Hoping it'll rain so much bliss
That problems are no more to think.
May The Greatest grant thy written dreams, planned tomorrow
so she could Sculpture and
create her future.
Hoping someone get her out
on this dark mess.
Take her from being drown
with all of the shits
she's been through.
Can somebody help her
survive and get out in this situation
that keep on finding solutions
that is neither easy nor solvable.
She's maybe free
But her demons are keeping
her from liberty.
Please help her out
before she burst down then
bleed with thick red liquid
while unconsciously lying in her bed.
YOU ARE READING
Her Tears are Poetries
PoetryPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
