The girl wept alone with weight in her chest,
A stranger to those who knew her best.
Magnetised to freedom, tempted by peace,
Sirens call to a sweet release.
Her sickness taking her one time too many,
It masked a pound into a penny.
Saviours see normal with blinded eyes,
She grants them sight as she whispers Goodbye.
- Author: Poeticpayne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 18th, 2023 10:08
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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This poem makes me feel seen. Thank you.
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