SHE LIES AWAKE AT NIGHT,
WONDERING WHERE SHE WENT WRONG.
STARING INTO THE DARKNESS,
WONDERING IF SHE'LL EVER BELONG.
TEARS FALL SILENTLY,
SHE'S LOSING HER MOTIVATION.
SHE NEEDS A REASON,
SHE NEEDS INSPIRATION.
BUT NO ONE CAN REACH HER,
SHE WON'T LET ANYONE IN.
SHE'S BUILT A WALL TOO TALL,
AND IT'S ONE SHE CONSTANTLY DEFENDS.
SHE PRAYS ONE DAY
FROM THIS DARKNESS SHE'LL AWAKEN .
SHE'S TIRED OF THIS LIFE.
TIRED OF BEING FORSAKEN.
-Midnight poet
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