by Jacinda

Created on: December 29, 2009

Her heart lays in pieces on the floor

She cannot yet manage to put them back together

She doesn't see the point anymore

Her tears flow like a river

Sobbing sounds fill the still air

Her soul once happy and whole, now just a sliver

She has cracked, she is broken, so empty inside

She cannot remember how she got here

Now she just wants to curl up and hide

She feels like if it came, she would welcome her death

Anything would feel better than this

She wishes for it, longs for it, with each heavy breath

The solution so simple, ticking hands on a clock

She cannot see the light she will reach at the end of the tunnel

But gradually she will heal, with each tick-tock.

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