And Then There Is Tomorrow Poem by Sabrina ...

The pain and shame runs slow and red
a reminder of all the things unsaid.
The pain and shame will finally get its release,
do you think maybe now the tormenting will cease?
Of course not, no! It never will.
its only a small moment of flying, then the pain stays still.
This razor is turning on me too,
the burning is beginning, its slicing deeper through.
If i cry then i'm breaking, if i run then im taking
in the end the only option is to simply pretend.
I clean up the mess, its over for tonight.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe it will be alright.
Or maybe I'll grow the wings of a fallen angel and take flight.