Nov 26, 2018
And again... At three o’clock, when everything is quiet and at peace; there she is, thinking of her worth. there she is, looking for answers. And there she is, feeling so empty. only the sheets and pillows could understand how lonely she is. only the four corners of her room could see her misery. and the light and sight of the moon only had seen the glimpse of her wet eyes and lips. There’s no escape, there is no ending. And soon, the sun will rise bright; her life goes on. . . But until when?
