I'm a broken girl, in a broken room.
A human shouldn't feel this lonely,
This helpless.
But I do,
Medication,sleep, and hours of losing my mind.
That has become my life.
I am no longer me.
The things I own,
All covering my floor.
I'm a broken girl,
In an empty room.
Those things no longer are my possessions.
For I am different, and long for a new life.
Or for no life.
Feeling as sever as I do.
Is not okay.
I am more broken than I have ever been.
My surroundings are filled with an emptiness I cannot seem to fill.
This slump,
Isn't a slump, I am drowning in a tar pit deeper than hell,
A place I can not swim out of.
I can only sink,
I am.
Sinking, deeper and deeper untill I hit the bottom.
