Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

She crys in the middle of the night. Under her pillow, wishing it would just stop. The thought of empty sides and unwanted lies just caused a dark hole. A hole deep enough to cut. But a cut that's deep enough to stop the pain was the question. She call and called but no one answered. She felt dead already. Was she dead already? Didn't this already happen to her? She sees the blood. She sees her shadow. Was I to selfish to stop the pain.