𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓻 | 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮

How It Ends

I miss the me who always laughed

The me who always had the answer

The girl who like to do a craft

She pretended she was a pro dancer

But now she's gone

And all that's left

Is a picture half drawn

A room that's unkempt

Half a soul

Without a goal

A stick that's broken

Thoughts unspoken

And on her skin

So paper thin

Lies the marks

From all the carks

Nobody sees

She's on her knees

"Save me"

"Help me" she pleads

Then she decides she's had enough

She just wants to give up

So this is where the story ends

A girl on a rope who could've had it all

But nobody cared enough

To pay attention

-2017