This is a tale of the grief unforgotten Scrawled in the sheets of a once irenic mind Of a girl who used to have dreams Of a kid who just grew up
When world was once sweet and nice Once gentle and true and tender Not a touch of wickedness and darkness When her innocence was nothing but a bliss
But then, she was awoken in her reverie When autumn tore the leaves of her time Slipping through her fingers And falling before her eyes
She blinked and she was not a kid anymore The time has already passed by The world has suddenly turned bland and bitter And she wondered, how will she ever survive?
Still, she fought like a soldier at war Braving the wilderness and the lurking bedlam She was sure she will make it And be the kid she once was.
In the middle of her battle, she stopped And asked herself why does it not stop Then slowly realized how worn-out she was So she laid herself at rest and said, “It's enough.”
That night, she swallowed her reality Thinking that it was the only way for respite Her tears helped her downed twenty six of it The taste was vile against her tongue
She slept a dreamless sleep Not expecting to wake up either But when she opened her eyes the next day She laid at her grave and thought, “How sad.”
She was angry at the world And wanted another dose But she only watched it as it all goes down the drain The truth is, she did not really want to die.
She didn't really wanted to succumb from it She just wanted an end A rest from the uncertainties And a gateway for peace.
So she fled. Away from that suffocating place Away from the faces she fear Away from corners of the room where her grave remained untouched
Today, she remembered it all Every details crystal clear And though it didn't stop At least, she was on the way there
Although it still lingers and pokes her mind from time to time And there are still glimpses of the fear and hurt from that night But learned to distinguish the amber Before it can even grows into a wildfire.
The world is not sweet It is not nice And there will be always storms But she will brave the wild.
This is a tale of the grief unforgotten Scrawled in the sheets of a once irenic mind Of a girl who used to have dreams Of a kid who just grew up.
This is the tale of the grief remembered Scrawled in the sheets of an irenic mind Of a girl who is starting to dream once again Of a kid who grew up and survived.
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