Like water through a sandstorm cavern
She waited for something to happen
Something good
Only to her
Looking at a dark grey sky
She thought maybe, just maybe
Hoping it wasn't to late
Maybe, just maybe
It'll all start soon
So many years later
Under a bright shining moon
With her friends all gone
She said it all came to soon
Alone she wept
Through darkened days
With blood on her wrists
And darkness in her heart
She held the gun to her head
And as she pulled the trigger
She said
"Back to never land"
And Peter Pan wept
As he carried hid beloved Wendy
Back to never land
YOU ARE READING
Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.
