Deep and down Far it is,
Covering her heart, wholly.
What once was white,
Is now an entirely black and shrouded entity.
Purity used to partake in there,
Along with happiness and Joy
Nothing but negativity is now harbored
In that once beautiful place
So many cracks,
Broken,
And Bruised areas.
Can such even heal from her?
Maybe so.
Maybe not.
What She does know,
Is that in the end,
All she has
is Herself
And nobody else
There is nobody who can give
What she needs
What has to come From
Herself
Only she,
Can give
That to herself.
