Dear Esther,
Reality has become a fantasy,
Nothing but a diabolical dream
I'm wandering about,
Through this winding maze,
Stuck in a daze
Entangled in webs between,
My head struggles to contain the darkness within
Lines have blurred,
Roads have crossed,
Pure snow has turned to frost
I fail to keep my head held high,
My heart bleeding profusely inside,
My forlorn eyes unable to see the daylight
I've fallen in love with the haunting past,
Trapped in the sickening memories,
Hazardous and widely vast
I grip tightly onto this picture frame,
A polaroid of us,
The week before you were sent away
A single tear runs down my cheek,
My knees buckle,
Lacking strength; weak
I soon stumble,
To my feet,
Incapable of speaking
A tidal wave seems to have crashed into my head,
As a tornado whips up all that stands in its way
I'm the definition of a catastrophe,
There's no point of looking down from the clouds,
Pitying me
I'm useless,
Worthless,
Unworthy of attention;
But just a monster,
An apalling mess.
Quinn
I hope you had enjoyed it! Don't be a silent reader and please tell me what you think!
~Kelly
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
