She's empty,
but has way too much on her plate.
Full of hollow feelings,
lead her right to the gate.
Rooms filled with chatter,
and glasses that clink.
Behind all the laughter,
it's easy to shrink.
All alone in the corner,
pushed her to the brink.
The more,
that she started to think.
She wondered,
just how fast she would sink.
As her blood stood still,
and her tears ran like ink.
It's a city, so pretty,
and so it's a pity.
She walked to the edge and loosened her hold.
For a bridge so red, her veins filled with gold.
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
