No one came for her
No one was thinking about her
Not the friends, not the ex boyfriends
Not even the family
That was when she realised that
she’s in the midst of the ocean
People don’t care, she thought
Looking miserable, even confused
No mental facility could help
Then again knew it’s a sad reality
No one was coming for her
How did it happen?
Why was she alone in that mess?
She asked questions that don’t have answers
She knew she’s the main character
Wrapped up in her plot
Facing her own challenges
And hoping for happy ending
She was the danger to herself now
Suicidal thoughts glued to her brains
She was found in the bedroom
about to take a kick of that stool
Ready to leave the loved ones behind
Thank God she was found before time
About the Creator
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