The scratches, the bruises, the cuts.
You're the only one who knows about them.
You ask her if everything's okay.
She lies and says everythings alright.
~You follow her home.
She goes inside.
You hear yelling, things breaking.
You don't know what to do.
So, you go inside and see her laying on the floor, bloody and unconcious.
You pick her up and take her to the hospital.
They take her inside.
You give the nurse her information.
A couple hours later the doctor talks to you.
She's gone.
Crash, Burn.
Crash, Burn.
You never told her how you felt about her.
Crash, Burn.
Crash, Burn.
She wished she told you how she felt about you.
It's 2:55 AM.
I wrote this yesterday.
Hahaha.
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