She longs for what she never had.
The stories she reads was very sad.
Nobody could reach her, she was locked inside the past.
Where fantasies never did last.
She would wake up one day and realize she had nothing to say.
Oh how she wished things were different, but nothing stays the same.
Those cool night's standing in the rain.
Along her arm's, were the tracks of self harm.
She caught the glimpse of an angel, shining brightly in the night.
To make it in life, everything was one big fight.
She lost sight, of what was really ahead in her life.
Wiping her tears, one at a time.
Living her life, became her crime.
Nothing was easy, everything was her fate.
If she died waking up, then maybe it was to late.
An angel appeared in her dream's, telling her to wake up.
Up ahead of her was her justice to believe in love.
She realized that is what she longed for, then she sighed.
It's not her time to die.
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