She has always been second best in just about everything. Her eyes searched for the reason why, perhaps she was too cruel or withdrew too much. Which ever one.... It seems like she cannot over come. The voices inside yearn for more of this sadness and sorrow but her soul could not take much more. Little whispers say I'm right here but their actions say they're not near. This is her soul shattering to pieces, this is her soul watch as it decreases.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of her shattered soul.
PoetryJust poem pieces of what's inside as well as song lyrics.
