Alone, always
given up,
crimson blood pooling,
razor clinking
to the white, ceramic tub.
Gasps heard by none,
the last breath is taken...
alone, always
No one notices
her death
Flying free, now,
she took her
own life.
She watches the world,
through a window.
She sees an unmoved body,
her unmoved body.
When she took her life,
she knew no one cared,
no one ever will.
Always alone,
always will
be.
For now,
she is free to fly.
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Poetry Collection
PoesíaSome poetry. It is dark and could be triggering to some. I use poetry to get emotions out on my darkest days so it's not very happy.
