The last cut
twelve o'clock
It must be on the dot
The last cut
The last scene
It might be the most gruesome you've ever seen
The last cut
The curtain starts to go down
No more next time, the time is now
The last cut
The director holds the sign
It's me, the play is all mine
No room for error, only one shot
The last cut
My mental is completely rot
Thanks for coming, it'll be the last time you see me smiling
YOU ARE READING
What comes after
PoetryIts important to value onself before letting others in our life, because we sometimes let others determine our worth This is about my process of healing since an event happened that impacted me, and what comes after. If you ever need someone to talk...
