Purple lips, blue veins, blue skin, no blood, jet black heart sleeping in a white bed wearing a white plain dress. Wearing the scars in the both of her wrists, not saying a word. She still has her brown hair like yesterday, And I hope the words I'm writing right now does not happen.
I hope that someday she wakes up in her bed thanking she's alive and instead of not waking up. I hope she realizes that the moon lit up yesterday but she couldn't see. I hope she realizes that the sun will rise tomorrow, it does not promise, right? but it still rises and shines. I hope she realizes that she will rise up. and she will she will, she only needed tomorrow. and yesterday we had said tomorrow. why not make 'tomorrow' today?
I hope she realizes that we are here to listen, we are here to care, and It's just okay to share about it. I hope she knows that thorns have roses. and that everything will wear off immediately, all she needs is for tomorrow to come. I just wanna tell you that we love you.
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Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
