she sits alone.
alone with her thoughts: consumed by their roars.
it rains - blurring her phone screen like the gloss from her crying eyes.
loud music but her brain asserts its dominance, infecting her mind with its poisonous thoughts.
thoughts she thought shed overcome,
its a viscous cycle.
like a boomerang, they always come back.
what was once a carefree girl is now a stranger who doesn't recognise herself.
the weed within the flowers of her surroundings, growing and glowing whilst she withers.
she sits alone.
again.
[written June,30 2023]
YOU ARE READING
unwanted thoughts
PoezieAn ongoing collection of poems and short stories I write in sad girl hours lol. TRIGGER WARNING!!! themes of SH, SI, ED.
