Free Fall [poetry]

Was

...But it was not alright.

Not for her, not for me.

These scars,
Like they were meant to be.

Hide behind our dead soul.

Everyday I strain to breath.

Music becomes my only way to cover up what's beneath.

And when the clock strikes six,
I hear the door click.

I put the headphones on,
Letting my feelings and tears mix.

Cause its too much to bear...

I was only eleven...
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