She, as I.

She's  the  one  who  hides  her  scars,
She'd  the  one  that  tears  her  skin  to  shards,
She's  the  one  who  sits  out  there,
Just  to  stop,  deathly  quiet  and  stare,
She's  the  one  who  thinks  of  afflicting  her  wrists,
Who  scrunches  her  hands  into  tiny  fists,
She's  the  one  that  cries  inside,
And  she's  the  one  whose  soul  has  died.

адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=242874
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 23.02.2011
автор: Даша Піддубна