Shiey poetry

 The tear drops on my diary now dry  more of faded leaving some kind of smudge  the dark lines a little spread on those specific spots  I like to think of it as scars  scars on my book  formed from tears wilded while I was trying to heal the scars on my body and soul unlike the physical scars and the 'book scars' the ones in my heart remained fresh  torn each day  I lived on it  taking pills of bitterness and pain  each morning , midday , afternoon , evening and late in the night before I could drown in some disturbed sleep full of nightmares  I still don't get how situations switch  it's probably what people call the 'ups and downs' in life  unknown , unread , unexpected occurrences  a path left to fate or something close to that if I get it right two years ago  I'd be seated at the balcony to my two bedroom apartment , initially belonged to my mom and passed over to me  I loved it , it offered a view no on...

 I know of a girl  beautiful , young , funny , energetic , one full of life, vibrant and a lil crazy , the type of girl that makes days brighter for everyone  well, atleast that's how I knew her until I got this call from Shaz way deep in the night , " have you talked to Anna recently ?  got some horrific news earlier today , could you reach out to her friend sally and confirm how true this is "  Sally had been my neighbor and best friend when we were nine , changed schools at ten and was out of reach for ten years till we crossed paths again  same day I met Anna , in a new town where the only person I knew was Shaz ,I met my old friend and made a new friend  one year later my new friend is gone , gone forever  I still have this pic someone sent me , a pic of pretty lil Anna hanging from a roof , a rope around her neck ,, the graceful smile gone , her body limp and blue  I know of a girl   first time I met her she was walking with m...