The carving sound filling ears.
The tears go unnoticed by the shaken small girl.
Another gash, as fears cover all rashinal thoughts.
A small grunt in pain, proving that she is human.
A bottle shines filled with death.
Her hand reaches for hope, hope that it will all disappear.
Having death bundled in her hands she swallows it.
She welcomes it, hoping to never go back.
This shattered girls body is all that's left.
She's not numb, but she's cant feel anymore.
She's not sad, but she cant be happy anyway.
All feeling emotion was gone long ago.
Only on thing has changed.
She stopped moving.
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A Moment In This Life
PoetryThis Is poems basically, I'm not sure what to write here but please read and tell me you're thoughts on them. Although some or most are kinda just notes and thoughts.
