I LOOK AT HER AS SHE WATCHES THE BUILING BURN,
HER CHILDHOOD HOME BURNS IN FRONT OF HER EYES.
AS SHE TURNS TO FACE ME I EXPECT HER TO CRY, TO SCREAM, SOMETING LIKE THAT.
BUT SHE DOESN'T,
INSTEAD SHE SMILES.
-A
YOU ARE READING
*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
