This work was inspired by something I read that was really tear jerking and yet really powerful. It's sad and out of my usual frame of mind, so just a warning.
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The cold and chilly air
Blew onto the earth
Just as much as the dying sun.
As the soothing colors departed the world,
A girl with long hair stood waiting on the far hill.
She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she knew she had to wait.
As the rising moon stared at her,
Scars of unwanted memories
Shined and stood alone
On bare arms.
On bear skin.
The girl sat on the hill,
They would come,
It would come.
It needed to come.
She couldn't feel it though,
She couldn't feel it at all.
The frost collecting over the mountain,
Made the mood cold and frozen.
She would've said it made her shiver,
But she couldn't feel.
Not a thing,
Not an emotion.
She felt empty.
She couldn't laugh.
She couldn't cry.
She just felt hollow from the inside.
She felt like nothing.
She could have screamed into her empty soul
And heard the yell bounce back
Just the same.
She was the same
But she felt like nothing.
Something had changed.
She couldn't feel it though,
She couldn't feel it at all.
She couldn't bounce back.
Not this time.
No smile could appear.
They called it a sad,
They called it many things.
It couldn't be sad.
She didn't feel sad.
She might have felt alone.
But no one would understand.
She couldn't feel it though,
She couldn't feel at all.
Nothing could happen to her
To make her want to feel.
She felt slowed by the constant thoughts of normal.
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