Poems.

The girl who stopped crying.

Darkness, it was always here, for this soul.
Call her cold, call her astray,
Only her how knows she is here to put this in words today,
Storms, hurricanes, tornadoes, she's seen it all,
And that's what randered her ice cold,

Once upon a time this was the very girl who cried, cried rivers which were wiped with mere pieces of paper made with her own blood,

Today she cries no more, and she's judged by the world which made her into this lightless soul.