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Tick tock, the clock now annoyingly sound,
In that quiet room, she weeps as pain holds her bound,
Deep down, she is nursing her depression wound,
With no hope for a better life being found
The mother walked into her home,
Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.
But her life took a turn that day,
There was no way
There’s no lost and found at my school.
Not one that works, not in any school that I’ve been
All the lost items go straight in the bin
Open your eyes
Can’t you see
This world’s lies
Are not the reality
This world is broken
It hurts us all
When we look at the fallen
And hear a freedoms call
There is a dark ledge
a precipice
into an even darker abyss
that everyone seems to know
yet everyone seems to hope
there is no such place.
We all deny the place we know
