Diary of a depressed poet #1 | witheringinreverse's Blog
the spectral girl:
she stands in the hall with her fists on the wall, and a darkness inside of her heart.
She walks in the rooms with a sense she is doomed, as the hands reach for her from the dark.
The ghosts of her past help her put on her mask, a smile painted over her frown.
She stares from the outside of her little half life, already too low to fall down.
All of the tears and the scars and the fears, eat away at the light in her eyes.
Every mistake, broken dream, night awake, gnaw at her heart with despise,
For the girl she's become, for the wars never won, for the shards of her heart blown away.
For her deepest desires burned away by the fires; in a bed of her ashes she lays.
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