Broken lines outline your face,
Swallowing you up with regret,
You can’t fix anything,
The mess you’ve made.
It hurts to watch,
As you slowly fall down the drain,
What is there to do,
For the broken girl.
Every detail of your life,
An open wound,
While it’s being scratched away at,
You step aside and take it.
You’re fading away,
And you don’t even care.
This life wasn’t meant for you,
You’ve accepted that,
And you’re ready to move on,
But I can’t say I’m ready for you to move on,
So here I am, I’m here.
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