Pain

She cried,
She didn't care anymore
The blue turned into gray
The shiny into dark, black.

While she was grabbing a knife
She realized there was no point
Going there
The way she was
Drowning in her tears.

Did she want to die?
They never knew
But the soul
Remained there
Crying
For what it left behind

But yet,
This way
She helped people
She was sad
She got hurt
She was dead.

© Tine Deliën