RebeccaOsolon

Your Indepedence killed you       As I write these things alone, I realise you were not a drone, Your voice always on repeat, Making your heart skip a beat, Until one day you chose to walk. Your Independence grew to strong, Your fragile body frail and long gone. As it fell softly to the ground, Your body chipped and you screamed a sound. Next thing you knew your in a bed, So tidy and clean gran had said. Then you were told you needed to go, To the knife where you were said to be saved. You took your last couple of breaths, Until you walked into the cave. Friends and Familiy all ran around, After they had heard the sound. Yo