In the soft, faint glow of the moonlight,
There she lays with her head turned in her pillow.
Muffled cries, silent tears, her pillow drenched in every inch.
What goes on in her mind would scare you. Or better yet, would you even care if one day she was gone?
Would you care if you found out she's mentally broken. Emotionally as well?
Would you ever stop to think that maybe all those things you told her are the reason why her body and mind are damaged?
Have you ever thought that maybe it's the thing inside her head that abuses her too?
That every night when she goes to bed, it creeps out slowly and preys its mouth upon her mind,rips her soul, slashing at the remainder of hope she had left.
She rather go numb than suffer through this every night.She begs and pleads to not feel a thing anymore, until the very next morning.
She wakes and has succumbed to the black hole that she tried to escape from for so long.
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Where Do I Even Go? (short poems)
PoetryJust short pieces of writing that some may relate to on any situation they may have encountered now or in the past. Some poems may not be relatable in real life but for mere enjoyment.
