Back Up in Final Desperation
-Another day, another step,
-Another minute, another breath,
-She forces herself to push just that much further,
-She gets home and locks herself in
-Her bedside holds the weight she lets go of,
-gripping her locks as if her hands are sinking into a cliff so her body won't drop,
-her bloodshot eyes she stares at, remind her of what she wishes to be,
-The silence forces her to hear just her heartbeat,
-It's trying to scream, jumping and trying to get her attention,
-without saying, its intentions to say,"I'm here, stay!",
-It wins once again,
-Another step, another day,
-Another minute, another breath,
-In call of final desperation, she's what she saved.
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