VI. Questions
By: XaGirlWithNoNameX Your smile vanished the moment you saw my face. Something about me told you Something's wrong with me. Maybe the sorrow in my eyes Or the sad smile playing on my lips, Maybe my hurt expression even. I'm sure you had questions. Tons of them. Like- what happened? What's wrong? Are you alright? But I'm sorry 'cause I won't be able to answer them. Hell! I won't even be around To answer them. My hurt look My sorrow filled eyes My sad smile My tear stained face And My boold stained shirt. Maybe you got your answers Maybe you had more questions Questions and thoughts All running around in your head About- Who did this? Why did they do this? What had I done to deserve this? What was I hiding? Again I left you with Unanswered questions As I was consumed in pure darkness From where I knew I'd never return. To you, my little brother Who loved pestering me with his Questions.
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