her legs didnt,
they dangled like limp wrists,
the rope stayed strong,
she finally took control,
He took one last sip,
dutch courage.
found that spot in his mind,
closed his eyes,
let the wind decide his fate,
someone had taken away his wings.
she didnt feel it,
self harm left marks on her arms,
he left her with a broken heart
crimson stains meant she'd be remembered,
final bow of the great pretender,
she was never okay.
he traced his path with breadcrumbs,
no-one followed it,
if a tree falls in the forest does anyone hear it?
no-one was listening to his cry for help.
Gravestones are only a statistic,
They never tell the story.
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