Somewhere

poetry

Somewhere in a bedroom,
Theres a girl.
With cuts on her wrist,
And burns on her thighs.
Bruises on her arms,
But no tears in her eyes.
She refuses school.
She refuses food.
She refuses sleep.
Somewhere in a classroom,
Theres a boy.
With scars on his wrist,
And scars on his thighs.
No bruises on his arms,
But tears in his eyes.
He refuses food.
He refuses sleep.
He refuses to let her go.
She thinks he doesn't care.
He does care.
She ties the rope.
He loads the gun.
He thinks she doesn't care.
She does care.
Then they realize reality....