Life taught her to be cruel
Cold
The worst specie
The man kind as ever laid eyes on
Still
she picked the pieces
Life thrown at her
And she glued them
with her own tears
She hold on to her body
With her own pain
And she fell asleep
With her own screams.
YOU ARE READING
She
PoetryGuys these are just little poems that I dive into when I'm inspired. I wish some of them might be relatable for someone because everyone when struggles and everyone has her low days.
