The Unseen End

April 25, 2011
By Anonymous

Yet those days were not so over
She was still crying’
With a smile on the outside
Though she knew she was slowly dying
She was tired of all the screaming
She took a deep breathe
And didn’t stop believing.
She knew that even with a deep breathe
That with some rest,

It still wouldn’t end,
It was her, for herself,
Useless was the help of a friend,
She was tired of all the struggling
Of the backward bends
She was pushed to the limit
She was too stressed,
She asked for nothing more than hope to descend
With that she pulled through knowing,
She couldn’t drown,
She was already at the deep end.

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