the walls were turning a distinct yellow tint, wallpaper slowly peeling off the corners and all the surfaces covered in one, two, three layers of dust.
the door was locked from the outside, hurt and pain concealed in the one room of the house nobody ever opened.
hell was upon them, anger and sadness became their shadows. the clouds were always dark gray with anger and the skies were always black with grief.
the house was always remembered as the suicide house, the girl's noose still tied to the tree with blood stains.
it was seen with all the agony in her mother's eyes how much she truly miss her.
everyone ignored everyone ignored them.
"heaven is my baby, suicide's the father, or at least I pretend."
the girl quietly sang in the restraints behind her fiery haven where sin and suffering happened.
hell was another heaven for those of suicide.
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Поэзияearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
