She's just another girl sitting in a corner. She's a loner; just sitting quietly without a word. She's empty. Her eyes, they used to shine so bright. Now they're dull and empty. Her eyes were filled with stars and galaxies; she was hope. Now they're just pitch black, devoid of emotions. There was a fire burning inside her soul, it burned so bright that it provided comfort to other people. Now it burns low, all that is left are ashes and embers in her black soul. She can't comfort others if she needs it herself She's lost. She needs that tiny spark to ignite the fire in her soul. The only thing she believes in is hope but even that isn't enough to survive in this cruel world.
- j.k
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Lost Souls...
Poetry"We're all addicted to something that takes the pain away" - A collection of thoughts and poems from the depths of my jet black heart. In the memory of my beloved brother who lost the struggle to the monsters inside his head.
