She loves everyone
Her arms are always welcoming
Until they were cut off
Nobody Appears
Nobody speaks to her
She only sees what she used to have
She looks at the clock
And sees it’s her time to die
Grabs the pills
Swallows
Without even saying goodbye
*I’m not a good poet it was just a a whim
3 comments
i like it…
It’s beautiful! You’re great. Don’t worry about whether you’re good or not. Just worry about whether it’s true or not.
Ah self-amputation here. No more reaching out.. for now. Blah. Btw I liked this.