Left alone
Alone to suffer
The old scars were itching to be open
The new were still bleeding
Slowly fading into black
No one will notice one less soul
A soul that has been gone for years
Dad no longer cared
Mom died long ago
Stepmother was too busy with her own kids
Feeling like Cinderella
Always cleaning up a mess
Always being pushed down
But I would never find my prince
For I was a already too far gone
Slowly making my descent
Sweet darkness covered my vision
I was just too weak to survive the night
YOU ARE READING
Making It Through The Night Alone
Poetryjust some random stuff that i thought of while reading other stories and some of my past emotions. just bored slight trigger warnning
