Her eyes have lost their shine. Her eyes are dull and tired, they hide tears. She's broken and abused. She hides things. Dark things. Thoughts. And she'll never speak of those things. She's hurt and in pain. She seeks comfort. She'll never ask for it though. She's weak. She grew up too fast. She knows things she shouldn't. Experienced things she shouldn't. She knows poverty and loneliness. She's lost faith. In herself. In humanity. In people. She's got demons in her head, loud ones. They tell her she's worthless, they tell her to starve, they turn her thoughts against her. She doesn't find the beauty in life anymore. She's starting to lose the beauty of macabre as well. The night sky doesn't touch her soul anymore. It hasn't for a long while. Her soul? Is fractured, dark, twisted, and has lost it's value. She's too needy. She asks for too much. She's hopeless. She failed. She's her own distraction. Her dreams are purely held by a single loom of fate. The loom may fray. She hides lies in her eyes. She fronts. She's not fearless. She's not fearless. She's scared of the world. She's a social reject. She rebels. For what? Her own security? Lie. She's insecure. She has body image issues. She tics. She's scared of abandonment. She doesn't want your pity though. She doesn't want your "sorry" either. Trust me I know. She and her are one in the same. They are me. I am her. She's me.
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The inner workings of a "sick girl"
PoetryThis is just a compilation of things I write that aren't related to any of my other books. This is just a way for me to keep track and express my thoughts, ideas and, emotions. This is pretty much just a journal for me (ˊ˘ˋ*) ⚠POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNI...
