She stopped being afraid
of the monsters
Underneath her bed,
Or killers around the
Corner.
She stopped wearing
A seatbelt when she'd
Go for a ride,
When she realized
That she truly wanted to die.
- how was she supposed to feel, when she was numb?
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
