She lay in the middle of the dark room
Her long hair falling across the glass fragments
Scattered on the floor
Her eyes closed, her fingers trembling
City lights stream through the window
But she couldn't see a thing
Tears blurred her vision
All she could see were shadows
Confusing, swirling shapes of black
That haunted her every time
Taunted her
All she sees is darkness.
A dark, endless, suffocating sheet of black
Rushing upon her
Wrapping itself tightly around her
Trapping her
Isolating her
Screams echo in her head
Her own tortured cries
Merry laughter echoes in the distance, but all she hears is
The cold laughter
Of the ones who tore it all apart
All she saw was darkness
All she felt was pain
All she heard were the cackles of glee
Chasing her dreams
All she saw was the darkness
Lying there, in the darkness
Alone. Empty. Deserted. Broken.
Her hand shakes
It slips onto the broken glass
And she screams
Her eyes wide with fear
Her heart racing
Surrounded by the darkness.
Alone. Empty. Deserted. Broken.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
