She runs,
only to find herself lost.
She cries,
only to find it hurts much more,
as the tears stream down her face.
She screams,
letting out her frustration,
it doesn't help.
She sings,
to calm herself down.
She wonders,
why she hurts herself so bad.
She figures,
she's not worth your love anymore.
She tries to
accept this thought
as the tears
flow down her face.
She can't stop now,
she's in too deep.
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Fiver Goodier
Im a full time mom and caregiver, and have been writing for about 15 years.
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