She drowned in her silent cry for help,
As she realised she had no control over herself but the blade did.
Beneath all the shunning of her existence,
A hope of getting through these times perfectly hid.
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Dead Ends
PoesiaSometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
