No one can see,
Through the twisted stories she told,
Through that same cheap accessory she wears below her nose,
Through the way her lips trembled,
Through the heavy breaths she took in every second,
Through those shaking hands she tuck in her pockets,
Through how she looks at her phone or her shoes,
Through how she puts earphones in her ears,
Through the books she reads,
Through the movies she likes,
Through the music she listens to,
Through the kind of art she loves,
Through those dead eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses,
But do you know why?
Because no matter how she tries to open herself up to the world,
No matter how she bleeds her words to everyone she ever cared,
People didn't care,
Her helping signs bounced from one blind eye to another,
Her devastating screams and cries travelled from one disabled ear to another,
No one dared look at her,
No one dared to listen,
And so she decided to drink back up her own dark blood,
Stitch her blackened heart,
Tuck herself under a dark cloud,
And you'll never see her again
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Burning Thoughts
PoetryBinge-thinking is like overeating. My mind is constantly consuming everything it senses and it's not healthy anymore. My mind is slow to digest which is the reason why things get stuck in my head. So i needed to burn things up to help myself. I ne...
