Thursday, October 11

Easier to Run

Poor lonely fucked up girl,
All alone in her little world.
She made a name and she left her mark,
Only to end up alone in the dark.
Shrouded in thoughts of deep despair,
She clung to the hopes that He was there.
But, she couldn't talk,
And he couldn't hear,
So still she sat,
consumed by fear.
Knowing there was to way out but up,
She made up her mind,
She knew no one gave a fuck.
There was a calming change in the atmosphere,
She knew her end was coming near.
With one swift motion,
She ended it all.
17 years of her life leading up to one great fall.
Not a single person looked,
Not a single person cared.

Poor lonely fucked up girl,
All alone in her little world.

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