she didn't have the energy
to mask her sadness
even with you, you began to notice
and then there were other times
and she smiled harder than she usually does
like a depressed clown
what is wrong with you, you ask
what is making you like this? you're so-
"bipolar", she thought
and, it's ok
because if she told you the real reason,
you'd just slip away
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Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
