Glimpse Into The Writer's Head
A girl rotting
A girl alone
She is still for hours
She is still forgotten
A girl downtrodden
A girl down on her luck
She is drunk on misery
She wakes hungover on woe
A girl runs on decaf
A girl sleeps away
She is ruined by the hope
She is stuck on pause
A girl with thought and drive
A girl without a way
She is shell of routine
She is but a memory
A girl running out
A girl ill with frustration
She is I
She is me
-s.grace
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2023
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