Signal in the sky,
broken butterfly.
Alone, she lies.
Alone, she wonders why.
Struggling to see
a happy ending.
Alone, she lies.
Alone, she wonders why.
She cries.
She sighs.
She waves goodbye.
She says, "I need a superhero to come down and save me.
Take my hand and fly me away.
I know you're probably busy..."
She fades away.
She fades.
YOU ARE READING
The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
