In a dark room,
A lonely girl sits
As the cold surrounds her
Her past paying her a visit.
She starts to shake,
As the memories pile in her head,
The cold doesn't bother her,
No, her past does instead.
The screams, the yells,
Things that happened that day.
Ever since then,
She hasn't been the same.
She's losing her sanity,
Bit by bit,
Though she acts so happy,
No one notices it.
And every single time,
They say "It'll be okay"
She tries to believe it,
But it falls apart the very next day.
She cries out,
She can't handle the torment
She won't last another day
Sanity isn't permanent.
In a dark cold room,
When she's all alone,
Her terrors come out to play,
Her sadness deep in tone.
A leftover rope,
Lying in the corner,
A broken girl,
The hanging loner.
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
