Routine

Blood stained wrists
Tears stained on her face
Clock ticking still
Sounding her to think

Her normal routine
Never ending ways
Encompassed by darkness
Evil at infinite ways

She runs as fasts
She cries as loud
All attempts futile
All worth nothing at end

No one to turn to
Everyon else busy on their own
Scared and frightened
On the breaking point

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