Pile on the inadequacies/ Please tell her it's embarrassing / How it's better/ How it'd do her good.
Show her in the light of loneliness / When she has no one by her side / Even the whispers in her head / have seemingly abandoned her.
Show her/ That her blood feebles her/ That her darkness-/ In which no one else can see-/ truly somehow is her own making.
Prove to her-/ When she whispers/ Through her gasping breaths/ That she 'hates it here'/ Her cries are substantiated.
Her tears are not her fault.
She does not wake up each hour-/ wishing to rain on her sad parade.
Pile on the inadequacies/ Please tell her it's embarrassing/ How it's better/ How it's supposed to do her good./ She already does not feel up to par-
All you do is prove her right.
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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