the girl who was afraid to live

She woke up at peace soon frantic to find something to occupy herself with.

The peace was too still and the noise was too quiet.

The plans that she planned to plan were almost a plan but first, she had to do that thing that didn’t need to be done until next week.

Her friends forgot about her and, she was slowly erased until she looked down and saw nothing but space.

Life happened and those plans that she planned to plan were never completed and before she knew it she was no one, nothing, just her own worst kept secret.

This poem is about: 
Me

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