Who is she?
Skeletons in her closet
They should stay there
Or else hell will break loose
And leave everything broken
Demons in her head
Whispers and pleas
Hold the gun's trigger aiming
Looks like she's psychotic
Who is she?
Who is that girl standing there?
Why is she crying looking at me?
Why is she bleeding? Why do I care?
She looks wounded
Her face showing hatred
Tears won't stop flowing
Sanity is escaping
What is your secret?
How come you're smiling and I wasn't?
She asked her eyes a river of tears
Before I could answer she pulled the trigger
I saw her smile as the mirror break
Stained with blood I'm getting weak
Was it wrong to kill myself in vain?
Or was it right I could no longer feel pain?
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Our Untold Story
PoetryThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
