She runs into her room and lays on her bed,
A million things running through her head.
So many things to think about,
Tick tock murmurs her clock, your time is running out.
Her mom sits down with a bottle in hand,
And thinks for a punishment her daughter will not withstand.
Her thought of her daughter filling her with dread,
Tick tock whispers the clock, soon she will be dead.
She begs for someone to take away the grief,
Mia whispers, 'I'll help you find relief.'
'No one cares,' she whispers again. 'There is no need to hang on.'
Tick tock smirks the clock, they won't miss you when your gone.
Mia helps her paint a masterpiece,
She paints till her blood flow starts to cease.
As she lays there she whispers, 'No one will bother to attend.'
Tick tock shouts the clock, her time has come to an end.
Her mother comes upstairs and sees her daughter still,
Mia stands above her, watching with thrill.
No one knew but Mia, not even her closest friends.
Tick tock sings the clock, to late to make amends.
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My Poems/Rants
RandomA collection of poems mostly written by me, some memes, and the occasional rant...
