Sick Reminder


The cuts on her arms

Were a sick reminder

Of how the day

Had been for her

The bloody sheets

Thrown away and burnt

Destroying all evidence

Of what she did

The tears stained her face

Trails of suffering that

Finally had been brought

To the surface

She couldn't make herself forget

She couldn't blame anyone else

She couldn't believe this

She couldn't do anything

Except sit in silence

Listening to the thoughts

Going round in her head

Scalding her eyeballs

The what if's and the maybe's

Surrounded her remains

They ate her alive

Now she is dead...

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