Dying to live
Wanting to die
Wants it badly
Needs it inside
Eyes go weary
Face turns pale
Mind going crazy
From her horrid tales
All doors closed
No windows open
Searching for peace
In a life that is broken
Wishing of the days
She was happy and at home
With that special person
And not all alone
Walking in her darkness
She sees a small crack
A window slightly broken
Stopping in her tracks
With full force she hits
Shattering the glass
She stares in shock
To let the moments pass
A light shines in
Glowing on her face
She sees a new beginning
Past starting to erase
Climbing out the space
Leaving but a stain
From the glass that was sharp
But in her hand, was no pain
Wrote this 5 years ago; first poem I ever wrote (from what I remember).
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