She was pure yet sick,
A mirror yet slit.
Eaten alive by the words full of thirst.
She debated her life to this cruel world.
With a knife to her wrist,
It was her only way out.
No one heard her.
Her trembling heart, let the knife slip.
A coward full thoughts,
She was indeed,
A hollow stick.
Me Myself and SHE
By TauseeqAlam
" Feel Someone, Heal someone, let your soul gleam someone let your words reveal someone." ~Tauseeq More