And her smile got smaller,
And didn't reach her eyes,
And her voice got softer,
Who knows how she survives?
And the bags under her eyes,
Became darker than before,
And her sentences got shorter,
But no one noticed, no one saw.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
