Just a girl wandering around
just to fall in the abyss.
Just a boy wandering around
aching to save her.
"I don't need your help.
I never need anyone!"
"Just know that I'm gonna be
there for you if you ever do!"
He left, she cried.
She went to bed for a week.
He knocked on her door.
Nobody came.
He knocked again,
calling her name.
He opened the door
and ran inside,
and found her on the floor,
an empty pill bottle in her hand.
When she looked up and saw his horror,
she held out her hand, which he took.
"Don't worry. Now you won't
have to wait around to save me.
"It was a lost cause anyway.
I'm too far gone. I always have been.
"But you? You're alive. Wonderfully alive.
And you deserve somebody who is too."
She left, he cried.
He went to bed for a week.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
