Do you see her?
The one in the back?
The one you ignored?
Do you see her?
The one you abused daily?
The one you bruised?
The one you insulted?
The one who cried everyday?
The one who had scars on her wrists?
No, you can't see her,
She's not here anymore.
Her blade had slipped too deep.
She left a note though,
Just a simple one, with one sentence on it.
"I just wanted love, not another abuser, but thats all I got; abuse."
YOU ARE READING
my ttt
Poetryso I have an app called Terribly Tiny Tales, and I write on there sometimes, not often though, so o figured, why not post them on here with the prompts I used?
