her lie
i read between the lines on her wrists
and uncovered a story worth writing
i saw the first tear, caught the second and stopped the third from dropping
her red-rimmed eyes
held a suprise
a well kept secret;
her resolved demise
and i unknowing
gave into the lie
when she told us all
that she was fine
she didn't know who would leave or stay
so she decided to push us all away
her tears dried
her heart died
and i'm sorry to say
we believed her when she said she was okay
her words were but a whisper
but her actions became a shriek
when we had come to check up on her
and found her...
fast...
asleep.
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