Her
In she goes in that deep dark world of hers.
Depression and fears had been crippled.
Like a vine twisting and pulling her inside.
She had nothing to hold on to.
This wasn't what she wanted.
She had nothing to tell it to.
Her mouth covered with a tight blanket that she can't shout.
She had no way out.
She loosened her grip and drowned.
Nightmares and the words that people said.
She got filled, her mind ending it up.
Tears rolling down her eyes.
She looked up and saw the small hole of light.
I still can reach you.
She tried to get out of the vine,
stucking her hand out of the shore.
She carried herself, and by herself,
she got out of that doom.
The wolves of darkness ran to her.
She got up, brought the knife alloted for her,
She slashed the heads of these creatures.
Running barefooted,
She saw a glimpse of the light.
Before she knew it,
snakes were on her feet.
Stopping her down.
She can't move.
She should win this battle.
Battle of her own freedom.
She stepped hardly on the heads of the snakes,
before she could run again, she felt the sting of pain on her ankle.
She got bitten.
She fell down on the ground.
She saw the blood dripping down on her.
Her fear of blood occured.
Her heart beating fast.
She saw the light slightly fading out.
Again, she stood.
She ran to catch it.
But suddeny, her surroundings got black.
That's when she knew it was over.
Darkness took over.
She'll be living with it forever.
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Документальная прозаA collection of my poems and unfinished songs about depression, my fears, betrayal. Or more likely, my Journal :) "The other side of the innocent girl you looked up to." *** Highest Rank: #2 in Non-Fiction *** P.S. Contains sensitive topics. If yo...
