It was no longer a brand new day But rather, just another day. She no longer basked her olive skin in the sunlight Even though the sun still shone as bright.
It wasn't that anything had changed Because nothing had at all She had grown wary of the morning light She never liked it like before.
Instead, she distanced herself from the sun And all else that she loved, She had always been a loner But she had never felt so alone
Soon enough she became a walking paradox; The disturbing balance of wanting to be less lonely and wanting to be alone And also how she wanted to tell somebody and wanting to tell no one at all But most of all It was how she wanted to **** herself and wanting to live a little more.
However, that balance was going to go off And she knew which side would be hers to go after all.