She runs downstairs, It's half past eight
She does this every single night when it starts to get late
She runs in the kitchen then back upstairs
Following her is her shadow the only one who seems to care
Just a quick sway, it's not that bad
It hurts for a little & plus she's sad
She feels unloved unwanted unhappy & dead
She watches the blood trickle down it's glistening red
Should she go deeper, she probably should
Nothing feels better. Nothing ever could
So every night when life gets rough she marks up her arms
Enough is never gonna be enough
If someone noticed what would they say ?
But she cuts even deeper, she has to anyway.
She wants to stop, she wants to be free but what should she do to make herself agree ...
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Broken Shadows
PoetryHEYY :) Okay, this is basically a collection of poems. Read if you want. Vote + Comment what you think = Vomment :) Kay, baii
