A dark blanket of death
Drapes itself over the remains of
Her frozen heart.
Ever so slowly compressing and cracking
Her delicate heart even closer to eternal slumber.
Her heart, now shriveled and close to gone,
Only needs a single flame to survive -
Whether it be a flicker of hope, or a spark of love.
But how can she hope when she lost all eons ago,
And how will she ever find love with a heart so far gone?
So instead, she perishes.
Not because of a lack of love,
Or even a lack of hope,
But a lack to save
Even herself.
But, motivation is a steep price to pay
When one battles mental disorders
Every damn day.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PuisiThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
