She swore all was fine;
Thought she was alright.
Sure, some days were dark--
At times, there was light!
The light came and went,
like a Christmas tree.
Fooled by the flashes,
She dreamed she was free.
And, so, one by one,
each light faded out.
Soon there was nothing;
Abandoned with doubt.
Desperate and alone,
In search for light missed,
All she could find were
more scars on her wrist.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
She swore all was fine;
Thought she was alright.
Sure, some days were dark--
At times, there was light!
The light came and went,
like a Christmas tree.
Fooled by the flashes,
She dreamed she was free.
And, so, one by one,
each light faded out.
Soon there was nothing;
Abandoned with doubt.
Desperate and alone,
In search for light missed,
All she could find were
more scars on her wrist.
2020: welp. I don’t have any scars left. I have all the Christmas lights. All of them. And if you have any I’m coming for them.
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