It was more than apathy it was a bone tiredness, but she got out of bed.
Just a couple more weeks.
She couldn't cope it was all to much, she couldn't think she couldn't breath, but she coped.
Just a couple more weeks.
The way they talked cruel and taunting mimicking those she loves, but she ignored it.
Just a couple more weeks.
She was going nowhere with her life, never bright enough never committed enough, but she tried.
Just a couple more weeks
The thoughts the ideation how she wanted it. No. Needed it, but she tucked aside for later
just a couple more weeks
Then her weeks were up it was done she had completed it those couple weeks. Now she didn't need to worry about them at all.
She would sleep, and cope, and they would stop speaking, she need not worry about the future, and she would have it would be hers she would do it oh the relief
