This is what comes from my mind

I am Rose Lightwood

I am careless and dull

I wonder if the souls of my loved ones

will get me and bring me under

I hear them screaming and crying for help

I see them getting stabbed, burned, and tortured to death

I want the memories to disappear

I pretend to be okay

I feel the darkness consuming me

I touch my dead loved ones hand

I worry that I will die like them

I cry when their deaths replay in my mind

I understand why my father never loved me

I say everything will be okay soon

But of course, that was a lie too

I dream about happiness

I wish for happiness

I try to help others so they'll be happy

I hope I don't stay who I am

I am careless and dull