She stares at a wall, not moving.
Just breathing heavily.
She can't stand the sight of herself.
People tend to stare, whisper about her.
She hears what they have to say.
Nothing.
Everything.
Rumors, they spread.
That she killed her own best friend.
They tear her from limb to limb.
Savagely letting her bleed out.
She does not try and say otherwise.
For her voice falls on deaf ears.
She mute with terror, for who turned their backs on her.
For she needed them most now.
But they stabbed her several times instead.
And left her for dead.
And for that she just stares.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
