Erasure
she apologised,
even when she didn't make a mistake.
she helped everyone,
even when she was drowning.
she laughed,
even when she was crippling inside.
she loved,
even when she wasn't.
now, theres only a ghost
where once a girl used to be.
I write when I want to—not when I feel like it. These poems aren’t always personal, but they’re always real. Just me, overthinking in class and turning it into poetry.
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