It's 2 am
and it seems that time have stopped
She lays with tears in her eyes
A fist over her mouth
muffling her panicked cries for help.
Her mind is like a hurricane
As it tears down the thin walls
surrounding her.
Her tiny heart grows weaker
as the pain in her chest grows stronger.
A silent scream escapes her sore throat,
A crack,
It all goes black.
- at night
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
