Rouge bruises
Shallow breaths
Slowed heartbeats
Stomach in your chest
Dizzy steps
Hands hidden away
Self-conscious glances
You begged her to stay
This sadness consumes
And death just looms in the form of a razor
Pretty stains of red,
Proof of thoughts left unsaid.
Stares of envy toward one another
Materials so overrated
Yet Rich will never be outdated.
A silence dripping with screams
Eyes coated in pain
And when this pain ends,
So will I.
{M.M}