Pressed the scar and found the source,
It didn't hurt when the scar bled,
But it killed to know, that the source, were you.Tracing my scar with your fingers, you cried,
When you touched it, were you sorry?I saw, hope glimmering in your eyes.
A hope that held onto the last string of faith,
A hope that assured "everything is going to be alright".
But, it was too late to heal,
It was no more "us",
Our story already reached "The End".
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Monochrome
PoetryMonochrome : a photograph or picture developed or executed in black and white or in varying tones of one color. 。____________________________________ This poetry collection contains write-ups that discuss triggering topics such as suicide, anxiety...