She had scars on her body,
and tears in her eyes,
But no one was there,
To see her cry,
even though she wishes somebody was,
Just hold close and wrap their arms around her,
She faced the facts and headed back to reality,
And just had the silents of the room,
Cold, Dark, and Silent.
Just the way she likes her 3 AM crying section.
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About the Creator
Emma Rose
I am a Creative Writer, Mainly in poetry and fictional writing. I have always had a passion for writing and many other things. Thank you for reading my work and hope you enjoyed it.
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