Author: the woman that never really was

The lowest point

It finally came On a train The lowest point When death seemed at the end of a gentle extension of the hand The uselessness of the situation Embodied in the present The train stuck, minutes from the station

It finally came, on the train The lowest point When I knew you weren t coming back You weak useless piece of shit Able to do so much but none of it good Ripping me apart Making me hurt

It finally came, on a train The lowest point When the only thing to do Was run away somewhere new and unknown To find peace in strangers

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