The kind of person
no-one wants to know
She wears her sincerest smile
ignores their whispers,
and head raised,
looks them in the eye
every
single
*******
day.
It’s the only thing
to do
(apart from finally
ending it)
But mountains
were easier to climb,
and amidst the
coloured powder crush
underfoot
of her former soul
There’s really not
much left
in the tank
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 5:58 AM UTC
The kind of person
no-one wants to know
She wears her sincerest smile
ignores their whispers,
and head raised,
looks them in the eye
every
single
*******
day.
It’s the only thing
to do
(apart from finally
ending it)
But mountains
were easier to climb,
and amidst the
coloured powder crush
underfoot
of her former soul
There’s really not
much left
in the tank
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