I’m still that little girl
Last one to be picked up
Time moving at a cruel slow pace
Light turning into darkness
Another day of this.
Waiting on them
To come pick me up.
Something else was much more important.
I walk home
Cheap shoes don’t do so well on ice
Any minute I’ll slam to the ground
Heart breaking into a million pieces
Disappointment turns to anger
Anger to resentment
Resentment to Hatred
And here I am
Forever trapped in this abyss of darkness
Somewhere, something shifted
And this bitterness consumes everything good