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Possibly Triggering - Alone *poss. trig for suicide*
She had just fallen asleep,
into a night full of
tossing and turning,
and dreams turning sinister,
when someone, or something,
gently touched her face,
bringing her back to the reality,
of the surrounding darkness.
No one was there,
it was just her imagination.
She sits up straight, and listens.
Silence.
She slowly fades back into fitful dreams.
When she awakes, the sun is bright,
the birds are long past first chirp,
and the morning dew is already dry.
She crawls out of bed,
and creeps down the steps,
knowing what she’ll find.
Nothing,
silence,
emptiness.
No one is there.
No note, no phone message.
The place is deserted,
like all of her false hopes.
Yet, she struggles to put a smile on her face,
for she knows if she lets it crumble now,
it’ll only be harder to fake when people do appear,
even though she knows that once they do,
it won’t be long until they leave again.
And when that happens, she’ll leave this time.
No note, no phone message. Just a corpse of sorrow.
Let them sit up and wait for someone to return,
even though they know that she never will.
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