That girl that sits in the dark, illuminated by the screen in front of her. Unsure what the hell is going on with her life. She stays up all night, eyes becoming bloodshot, from the fear and obsession with conversation, to the feeling to mean anything to those distances away. A feeling that she has become that of who she had created.
The world around her spins in a mayhem, and it rotates in spirals and in shapes of every kind; There was no pattern with it at all. Things could have been so much better. If only she left them before they became nonexistent and turning to dust.
Their petals crumble from the stem that once held them together. They are gone forever, and everything has become so cold.
Her entire world is cold.
Nothing is right; Wonderland sounded like heaven to her.
Everyone was gone from her and all she could do was continue to stay up, waiting for them to get back online. They were living in a world that is colder than her warm-blooded body, and they left her... for that. 'She could have helped them' she tells herself. 'They left me behind only because they couldn't reach out to me, her cries convince her.'
It was her fault.
She caused their departure.
It was because of her.
They wanted to leave her.
She ruined their lives.
Nothing can be changed now.
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A Walk Inside My Mind
PoetryThis is more of a vent story/poem thing within lost ideas and unforgivable actions. I don't expect this to get any reads and such since this is kind of a dumb idea to publish.
