She was such a sweet girl.
She had a sugary smile,
and such bright blue eyes.
She was happy.
But the mind games,
they took over her mind.
They sucked her innocence away,
leaving nothing but a dirty conscious.
I’m ugly.
I’m worthless.
I’m so alone.
Nobody loves me.
Whispers of false truth
bombarded her empty soul,
replacing her confidence
with self-hatred.
She no longer understands
the definition of love.
Compassion is in a faraway land,
hidden beneath years of mental debris.
She was happy,
now she’s lost.
She has crumbled
and is now defined as a
schizophrenic ice cream cone.
Once sweet, now bitter.
With years of damage,
her sanity is wandering
the corners of the universe.
Her bright blue eyes
no longer shine with bright beauty.
They now burn
with furious rage.
Searching for love,
but so blind to the signs.
Crying out
but receiving no reply.
The moment she realizes
her eyes have been closed,
is the moment she will be free.
Until then, she will float in a
continuous sea
of confusion,
frustration,
hatred and
insanity.
