There she sits, Alone
In the corner of a room,
In the corner of a house,
In the corner of the woods,
Sits a girl. All alone.
The windows flung open,
A breeze drifting to meet her,
Making her shiver,
And grasp tighter to her sanity.
As a tear gently falls,
She muses over her life,
Wondering,
If it will ever start.
In her world,
She is alive,
She is beautiful,
She is real.
In this world,
She is alone,
She is unloved,
She is lost.
In the corner of a room,
In the corner of a house,
In the corner of the woods,
Sits a girl. All alone.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
