Envy wrapped its hands around her body
Pulled her to a vacuum of self-loathing and pity
It tauntingly whispered from Its heart to hers,
"You are nothing but dust in this universe."
"Others are dust, but you have lesser value.
They are greater, more deserving to be loved than you."
Caressing and embracing her beautiful mind,
Envy poisoned her, making her blind.
She falls to a deep hollow of hate.
No one can save her, but she had known too late.
Her being was enveloped with thorns of distress.
She was trapped and deceived into nothingness.
She screamed, and she wept, and she grieved, and she begged
A savior to come, new life to accept
But she was defeated by Envy when It finally said,
"No one can save you . . . no one but yourself."
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PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know
