TO THE GIRL NOT NOTICED
If you could see the tears that have ran down her face,
From her cheeks to her jaw,
From her skin to the floor,
How the first drops of blood became a warning
That her waning heart would be the end
Threads of her life falling
Help
Help
Help
You are nothing
Help
Help
Help
You are ugly
Help
Help
Help
You are a fucking liability
Help
Help
Help
Now you could see the tear stains down her face,
From her cheeks to her jaw,
From skin to the floor,
How the pool of blood became a memory
Of her waning heart that is the end
Threads of her life gone.
DU LIEST GERADE
Words That Shouldn't Be Remain in my Notebook ((Poetry & Quotes))
PoesieThe words I should've said out loud, now being exposed and written through poems. I didn't wrote them to impress, I wrote them to express.