I am an abandoned home
left to die alone
once, I was beautiful
full of life
all is gone now
who is left
to care for me now
who is left
to fix my sorrows
who is left
to change me inside
The smell of dust and rotting
as the doors swing open
here, a symbol of my ruin
furniture, once new, now old
the whispers still haunting the hallways
shattered mirrors taunting me
"when will I be beautiful?"
"can I be fixed?"
the silence laughs at me
I can feel the wrath left within me
the fire burning
and yet, who will feel it?
I am left alone
dull, and grey, and dingy
dirty, disgusting, and lonely
All I want
is a taste of
freedom
love
home
and yet
I am alone
there are no decorations
nothing coating the walls
but dust
no one eating food
in my intricate kitchen
nothing; all is gone
all has been gone for as long as I have been alone
and here I shall stay
alone forever
waiting
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Hell is a Teenage Girl
PoetryA book of poems :) originally for my creative writing class, but why not share them? These poems tell stories of sadness, heartbreak, realisation, and beauty ♡
