My lips are worn out
from the unspoken words

My eyes dully ache
from the unshed tears

My heart burns for
its desire to be loved

My wrist bleeds,
it longs to heal

My leg shakes,
it wants flee

My soul weeps,
so I set it free

She was like a black rose,
such beauty in sadness.

Instead of speaking ill of one another
We could help each other heal
Instead of going for one another's throat
We could help keep each other afloat
Instead of oppressing one another
Could we consider upholding each other
The beauty of a puzzle is seen when
its pieces are put together rightly.