Her once snow white wrists are stained with red.
Her once smooth skin is rough with scars.
Her once exposed arms are covered under sleeves.
Her once bright eyes are dull and lifeless.
Her once lovely smile is replaced by an emotionless face.
Her once pink cheeks are pale.
Her once tied-up hair is undid, covering her face.
Her once high-held head is hung low.
Her once confident mind is filled with hate.
Her once joyful words are swapped with depressing phrases.
Her once strong heart is becoming more and more fragile.
Her once complete heart is shattered.
Her once normal, happy life is ruined by depression.
happiness that she begged for is gone, nowhere to be found.
YOU ARE READING
Nat being Nat
Puisia collection of random stuff I want to vent arranged in a not-so-poetic kind of way writings here may not make much sense so I apologize in advance ~Nat
