Poetry and Quotes

Clock

No one knew
It was an intentional death
A murder of herself
She thought of it when she was alone
When there was no one to say
That there was time still left
A clock ticking on the wall
Didn't mean that she was running out
It was telling her
That there is time still left
Time to change back
But she couldn't believe it
She would never stop thinking
That her time was falling
And her heart was loosing
So she stopped counting the seconds
And grabbed a bag
And left in an instant