It's too late to turn back.
Only way to move is forward,
but which way is that?
The walls are closing in around me,
as I crouch in the corner,
waiting for the next blow.
It always comes,
I've just have to be ready.
I'm always ready for the worst,
but always hoping for the best.
The best never comes,
but a girl can always hope-
Can't she?
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Endless Days *Completed*
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!