Unwritten Letters - Poems And Quotes

Senseless Sense

She was dominant to her feelings,
She couldn't see what was real,
Life was an invocation,
She lamented her solace,
Yet she found comfort in being miserable,
She found comfort not letting go.

She loved her nonexistant consort,
Her imagination augmenting to the days.
So she began to turn to hate,
Hatred filling up her heart and soul.
Like stars and long dreadful nights,
Lovers come and go.

How long will it be,
Until there's no longer hope?
Faith in her prayers now turning to painful grips on her pillow,
And blood dripping down her wrists,
From the blade cutting through the past,
Assembling the void of her mind once again.

Here comes the sun,
She knows its time to go,
She knows she needs to get out of the place,
Find any sort of escape,
She was so vulnerable for a cure,
A solution unattainable to her.