No time is left
The clock knows best
Ticking away
Every terrifying day
Growth didn't stand a chance
Not with all I lament
Life does not feel heaven sent
With darkness clutching all I have left
And reaching so far into my naive depths
Replacing love, for rage
Hatred has now taken the stage
Now I'm hanging on by a thread
Searching for a reason to live
Not one, hasn't deceived
My rights, by making me bleed
Will anyone ever see
The consequences of my reprieve
It's near damning
the consequences of their actions
And all my delaying tactics
Because all I really need
Is for someone to care about me.
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Jessica Burby
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