18h
I waited before realising it was dawn,
That my everything was gone.
It happened so slowly
That I didn't even realise it,
Not even that the past pages were torn.
That my everything was gone.
It happened so slowly
That I didn't even realise it,
Not even that the past pages were torn.
This poem just tells that I waited to get better for a long time, just got worse in return. And past pages means that my memory of good time was also gone (suppressing emotions causes memory loss)
