falling asleep and never waking seemed like bliss to her, but the way she tried to obtain it was only torture.
she befriended the monster under the bed, for they were the only one who stayed during all the aching.
she realized she was the monster, she was the girl they avoided, she was the thing she hated most. she was...
she found the steps to disappear, she followed them with ease, but she never thought about how alone she would be.
it was in the dead of night when she realized she was alone, looking through the life of those around her she noticed they all had someone to talk to at these odd hours, except her.
she finally realized that she is a pit stop. in this race of life she is just a spot to feel good about yourself or to let someone else fix you. what about her? who will fix her? while everyone comes into her life with a hopeful light with them and then leaves once they gain their pride again. she can't handle it anymore, she is closing her doors forever, or until a hopeful light returns once more.
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The Words of A Ghost
PoetryPoems written by a depressed teen girl where the love of another made her love life again. I have gotten help, I suggest talking to someone if you relate to these poems, this is how my mind worked before and after medical help.
