I can't believe it
when I unlock the door
to see her lying
white as paper
on the floor
pills surrounding her head
like a halo
I hear a wailing cry
It is mine
All those times
when I was so sure
she was fine
I was wrong
How could I have been
so wrong?
All those times
I could have
helped her
Instead I left her
alone
I probably made it worse
I ignored her
when she needed me most
Because I just wanted to stop
thinking about him
Too wrapped up in my own sorrows
to think she might
have them too
YOU ARE READING
From Inside The Cracks
PoetryShe was hurting. Hurting so much she began breaking, cracks forming across her body. She was going to shatter. **Possibly triggering content**
