Untold


Everything starts with a piece of something.
But she’s already in pieces so how come?
Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling.
A tragic story. Ending— there was none.

All was black. She’s not blind,
But her hope was.
There’s no spark, there’s no light.
Find it, lady, for you must.

Can’t decide which way to go
For she can see not a path.
There’s no savior, nor a hero.
In that place, alone she sat.

Her days were colder
Than a night in winter.
Her dreams were nightmare,
But it’s worse when awake.

All of her is a mess.
She’s delusional at best.
To my words she couldn’t care less,
When will she grasp reality?

But while waiting with a false hope,
One day her wish came true.
It was a reward from the heavens
After the worst she’s been through.

A man in a cape showed up,
Held out a hand like she wanted it to be.
But all of it was a trick.
And the clock struck twelve, you see.

All fell apart
Before it gets any better.
And as she went down,
All her hopes withered.

Our poor girl’s heart decided not to be fixed.
Chose to stay that way
So it’ll be broken no more.

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I don't even know myself at all, I thought I would be happy by now. But the more I try to push it I realize, gotta let go of control. Now I can move on two paces. Bigger problems no more. Just dealing with high school drama.
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