she tumbles through the day
a jumbled mess of despair
the world is a dark monochrome grey
and the only colour are the red lines
she draws on her wrist
alone in a dark room she sits
crying, not for help
but for the pain to end
no pill could take her sorrows away
no words could comfort her
like how sleep cradled her gently
all she wanted to do
was rest her weary body
before it drowned in society's
cruel sea
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
