What They Roll For
Cheeks are tear stained
Streaked with regret and hurt.
So much hurt.
the laughter echos in her ears
Like Satan keeps hitting repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
This is what she feared
To be mocked for trusting
Trusting too much.
Now there is nothing.
No happiness.
No love.
No hope.
Tears continue to roll.
They roll for foolishness
They roll for anger
They roll for the wasted time.
No one listens.
So much wasted time.
The only thing of value left
Is those hours, minutes.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Seconds.
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