
Third wheel
A broken heart
Lonesome tears fall on her pure white flesh
An endless void
An empty laugh
Blood spilling from her open vein
Silent screams
Cries never heard
Falling into a pool of blood and tears
A lost soul
A forgotten friend
Ignored from the ignorance of their bliss.
Their joyful words spear me,
Jab me, poke me, kill me.
Can’t they see me as I cringe
Each of their happy words stinging me.