• fairytales_ 59w

    2077/07/02
    6'52 pm

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    suicidal

    If you see her
    laying,

    on mattress
    painfully,

    If you see her
    sinking,

    on a pool a
    sloppily,

    If you see her
    drinking booze
    crazily,

    If you see her
    sleeping
    on blood
    brutally

    don't ask,
    why?

    She is committed
    to turmoil
    chaos friend-zoned
    her like a rosy
    thread stitching
    grey gown

    endurance seems
    a massive tale
    forged to manipulate,
    tangible truth
    granting some
    odds to preys

    She wrangled from
    dusk to dawn
    beneath spring to
    rainy monsoon

    but eventually,
    raw blade
    worshipped
    the mild strings
    of her pale hand,

    a frigid bed sheet
    wrapped with
    red blood

    another victim of
    brutal manias
    ensued in the
    name of suicide

    ©fairytales_