I shudder,
cold
empty
skin and bone.
Pain.
Is.
Power.
A
silent scream.
Shiver.
Always so alone
my bitter
and
broken heart.
Fall.
Collapse.
Darkness.
Black.
Cover me with earth.
Dead.
Lost people mourn
for the
tragic death of a girl who had long before gone.
YOU ARE READING
Losing Me
PoetryThat's not how it works in real families. We have to stay together a tight little bunch. Oh, but never mind me. You kept leaving. I watched you leave...
