Sarah turned from the mirror
Her eyes swollen from tears
Blackened from smeared mascara
Fogged by depression
The words still hang
Like a weight on her chest
Poisoning her mind
Blinding what fragment of reality she holds on to
Better off dead
Better off dead
It would be an end
To the torment
The sorrow
The pain
If but to grant me a moments peace
Just to take it all away
Let me drift off to a better place
Where I can be me again
She closes her eyes
There is no pain
She has found her peace
She drifts
No tears
She smiles
No ...
Nothing
It is a deception
August 15, 2013
(Thank you @DayDreamer58 for the title)
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when Butterflies Dream of Tomorrow
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