Life Of The Unwanted


Once her reality
was her dream,
but now it is her nightmares.
Her smile once so bright it beamed
now is non-existent.
Her tears once thought to be gone,
now come back again in full force.
She finds a blade
rusted with age and lack of use.
She places it to her view
presses down
a single tear falls.
Before she ends all her pain
her head falls to her pillow,
last time

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