I couldn't sleep last night
sweat simmered on my skin
as I tossed and turned
mind spinning
heart racing
imagining all the things
Madison could be doing at that moment
I saw a knife slice across her skin
pills sliding down her throat
tears streaming down her face until no more could come
My stomach hurt
I should have been there for her
I needed to help her
But she seemed
okay
after he died
She was starting to move on
or so I thought
My own eyes filled with tears
imagining her alone
in pain
hurting
This morning the shadows under my eyes
stood out too much
for my mother not to say anything
So I lied
I lied for Madison
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From Inside The Cracks
PoetryShe was hurting. Hurting so much she began breaking, cracks forming across her body. She was going to shatter. **Possibly triggering content**
