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Homesick
It was her home that she missed.
So much so that she wanted to slit her wrist.
She didn't want to stay anymore.
Being away was messing with her deep inside her core.
There were people all around.
But everything faded including sound.
Only sight stayed alone.
Keeping her within a dark lonely tone.
The people think everything is okay.
But truthfully it's nothing near that way.
Life was empty without the lost ones there.
The only thing she thought was- Why don't they care?
Sick of running without rest.
Sick of life being a test.
Sick of being without a home.
Always having to be on the rome.
