There were so many different ways to go
So many decisions to make
So many lies to tell
So many things to do
Before the time ran out
Night slipped in and the clock was still ticking
No one around, no one awake
Being alone was her fate
Alone for minutes
Alone for hours
It didn't matter anymore
Time just slipped by
No distractions to keep the voices down
No light to keep out the dark shadows
And the painful part to her
Was lying awake at night
Knowing that she wasn't loved by anyone~C.c
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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
PoetryWill you choose to continue to fly with broken wings, or will you forever be stuck in an island trying to heal them?