they control us.

As I sit and stare into space.

"What are you thinking?" He asked,

I think more.

                                                                                                             In a dark room with one light,

                                                                                        a girl in the room thinking about her past.

                                                                                               Tears roll down her face as she thinks,

                                                                                                     all the nights she had been though.

All the scars that she has.

Not from cuts from her heart,

also her head telling her no.

"Nothing," She says


The End

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