Too Late
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Pricked and poked being left alone to dress her own wounds,
No care nor love given to heal hear,
She lies in the darkness holding back the tears that dwell in her eyes.
Locked in a prison with the key insight,
She reaches but it keeps getting further and further away,
Wittling away she sits in the cell watching a rose die with her.
With her last breath she gathers the rose and falls,
Falling to the ground a last tear escapes her face,
Lifted up high she watches fron the sky where the beings that rome do not notice a broken soul gone,
Except one who grieved for the tattered girl defenestrated from the Earth,
Seeing what she had done she drowns herslef in her own tears,
Knowing she lacked to offer warmth and affection to the dilapidated girl.