Poem -

This year

This year

She sits on a park bench,

Staring into the sky,

She thinks about all the people shes met,

Then wonders why,

Her heart will skip a beat,

As she wonders about all the places shes about to be,

Because this year is different than the last,

Shes made the oaths,

Shes made the pacts,

Done with prolonging,

Done with waiting,

Done with wondering if her life is worth wasting,

This year is different then the last,

Shes made it up in her mind,

Done with crying,

Done with feeling like shes dying,

Done with feeling alone and afraid,

This year is different then the last,

Shes packed her bags and moved away,

Shes wants the life she always had dreamed she could've made,

This year is different than the past,

Her friends so distant and away,

But she wont let her fears get in her way,

Shes done living hurt,

confused,

Shes done with feeling the abuse,

So this year,

shes moved away,

And I'm alone this new years day,

Knowing your in a better place.

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