Should someone ask me
What I need,
There would be no
Simple reply.
A sad girl's mind
Is full of thoughts
That tear her apart
Like a vicious windstorm
Destroying the earth.
What I need
Is not love,
As that, I've already
Been given,
And still, I am
Not any better
Than I was before.
What I need
Is not music
Or therapy
Or hope,
As that, I've already
been given,
And still I am
Not any better
Than I was before.
YOU ARE READING
After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
