We exit the house together.
I wonder if I should say something.
We enter the lift.
I observe.
She looks sullen, her eyes as swollen as mine, tiredness marking her eyes dark.
I try talking to her.
She doesn't reply, I had hoped she would.
I'm not sure what to do now.
Do I just let her stay this way?
I wonder if I should say something.
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Don't Cry
PoetryA collection of poems :> WARNING: implications of physical and verbal abuse, violence, and slight descriptions of panic attacks.
