poetry

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empty, broken, alone.

she walks through life, an empty shell,
a shadow of the girl she used to be,
lost in a world that feels so cold,
with no one to hear her silent plea.

the meaning she once held so tight,
has slipped away, like sand through hands,
now shes just drifting, aimless, alone,
with nothing left but empty plans.

she used to care, she used to love,
but every touch turned into pain,
the broken shards of her shattered soul,
cut through those she cared for in vain.

she didnt mean to push them away,
didnt want to leave them scarred,
but her wounds ran too deep, too wide,
and in the end, she hurt too hard.

now they hate her, she can see it,
in the looks they give, the words unsaid,
and shes left standing in the wreckage,
of a life she wishes she could shed.

regret is a heavy chain she drags,
around her neck, it pulls her down,
and the anger burns inside her chest,
but theres no one to hear her sound.

shes drowning in a sea of guilt,
with no one to throw a line,
and the voices in her head, they scream,
telling her its all a sign.

that maybe if she ended it all,
the pain would finally cease,
the world would be better without her,
and shed find a quiet, lasting peace.

she hates herself, with every breath,
for the damage shes left behind,
and now she thinks the only way,
is to leave this broken world behind.

but even in the darkness,
as she teeters on the brink,
a part of her still wonders,
if theres more than what she thinks.

but the voices are so loud,
and the pain is so immense,
that all she wants is silence,
a break from this cruel suspense.

shes tired, so tired of it all,
of the struggle, the hurt, the fear,
and all she can see is an ending,
to a life thats become unclear.

so she stands on the edge, alone and cold,
wishing for the end to begin,
hoping the world forgets her face,
and the broken girl shes been.