Is it okay
to share hate,
to share pain?
Is it alright
to see someone
and watch them break?
Have you seen
that weird girl?
The ugly one?
The quiet one?
I hear.....
Whispers.
Gossip.
Words to destroy.
Words to break.
Words to kill.
Words of hate.
And to think,
that girl knows.
It's all she sees.
All you do
is repeat
her own whispers,
her own fears.
And one day
she's gone.
Where did she go?
No one knows.
But she took the pills with her.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
